I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face wasn't as bad as it was the day before, but it still looked terrible. It looked as though I had been hit multiple times by a freight train, not to mention it was horribly painful.
I stared at the picture in my hands. It was a family, with a mother and father and child, all of which had identical features. They all had glistening blonde hair and shining blue eyes. They were all good looking, especially in that particular photo. The sun was beaming across their smiling faces. They held each other tightly, as if they would never let go.
My entire body froze as Ms. Gray's words echoed in my brain. We're moving to New York. I felt as if a giant tidal wave was threat
You know how during the summer there's always one week of nothing but thunderstorms? And on one of those nights your parents are out of the house, leaving you alone? You always feel so empty and cold and scared on those nights. That's how I felt about the move; empty and cold and scared.
For a week, I had checked my e-mail obsessively, making sure I hadn't missed the e-mail from Maxxie's father. It was like a game, almost. It took my mind off of everything. Even Maxxie seemed to be happier about everything. Of course, I hadn't told him how John truly felt about me, and I wasn't planning on breaking his happiness by informing him. So, we stayed happy, and that was all we needed.
"How about this?" I peered over the shelf of dusty old sports trophies to see what Melanie was holding up, which was an old
I stared at the little spackle dots on the ceiling and listened to Maxxie's careful breathing. My nimble fingers wove in and out of his silky hair. Last night's events were playing on repeat in my mind—everything from the hot tub to our adventure in the bedroom. Maxxie's beautiful face kept flashing in my mind and I couldn't help but crack a small smile as he stirred in his sleep.
"I swear this will be the death of me," Liam huffed. I sat on a blue velvet couch and watched as Liam was being poked and measured for his wedding tuxedo. Two plump old women with caramel coloured skin were wrapping tape measures around every i
The images flicked across the screen in a big, washed out blur. The lady's too-perky face was plastered with fake sympathy as people behind her filed through the large doors of a church. Her lips moved quickly as if to mask the sadness emanating from the crowd.