Playlist for this chapter;
Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles,
To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra,
Echoes In Rain - Enya,
Queen Of My Heart - Westlife. (I love this song ???. I was playing it while writing the last scene)
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Some people are meant to fall in love with each other, but not meant to be together.
- From the diary
of Katherine Amelia Jones.-
I THOUGHT HE WAS uncaring, cold and hooded, angry at the world, the Grinch look alike when it comes to character terms. It was untill those sharp, green, penetrating stormy, beautiful eyes t
Playlist for this chapter;Sia - Big Girls Cry,Alessia Cara - Out Of Love,Backstreet Boys - Incomplete,-The worst thing about heartbreak is that, the ones who broke your heart, never leave your head. Rather, they plant themselves there and torture you, no matter how hard you try to get rid of them. Why? Because you built your whole world around them.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.--Max must be kidding, he'll surely come back to me tomorrow and everything would go back to normal. Is what I used in assuring myself throughout my stay at the hospital, untill I was discharged a week later.I label my subconscious a liar, refuse to believe the awful confir
Listen to Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers feat Cold play.And; How Did We - Skylar Stecker' for the last scene of this story.-Seven years later...Newyork, Rochester."Come in." I command, after a knock came in three rows.The giant ironlike aluminum doors of my second office on the thirty-fifth floor, opens swiftly, and closes shut quietly, as someone enters and tries to maintain a professional look, but his legs are dancing out of nervousness.Adjusting his thick lens glasses, he takes the files off his underarms with his fidgeting hands, wipes sweat off his forehead and blows a big puff of breath.With my eyes and fingers, still focu
Three months ago."Dad!" I yell running after him with one pair of my slipper, wavy blonde hair tied in ponytail and my bathrobe on."Get out of my way." I shove aside the maidservant that I bump into while descending the giant stairs, she was carrying breakfast up to my room.She yelps as the tray falls off and lands on the stairs, leaving crashing sounds behind as the glasses breaks spilling my coffee, cream and toast.She slides on the steps and reaches over to hold unto me for support, but I snare at her and shove her more, that she recoils steps backwards from the stairs, and lands her ass on the floor with a loud thud, and groans in pain at the impact.I care less, Dad's on his way to the airport.He's this early because he doesn't want to miss his flight to Houston Texas where his Seven Star Luxury hotel had a fire out break."Dad!" I call searching fo
Villains feel they're right too, that's why they do what they feel they want regardless of hurting people by the way. Before you judge a villain, try seeing things from their own perspective.- From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones.Present.THE COURTYARD NEXT TO the garden is being set up for the wedding ceremony as I take the binds off my window and watch hundreds of workers carry about their assigned duties.The wedding is getting started at 2pm and I have this egg shell dress to put on. Something I won't dare to put on.I'm not even sure I'd attend this goddamn shit of a wedding. I'm still mad at Dad and I hate the slut Doris Mackenzie who's got five dogs she calls children, whom I refused to meet with.
For me there's no difference between dislike and hate, cause when I hate you, I dislike you. And when I dislike you, I hate you. That's why I dislike you from the start to hate you, and hate you to dislike you.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones.-"SO HONEY, we'd be going to Bora Bora to spend our two weeks honey moon." Dad says as we sit for dinner the next day evening."Honey moon? Bora Bora?" I ask in shock because I was dumb enough to forget Dad would've to go on a honey moon after his marriage.And I hear snorts and chuckles from the Mackenzie siblings.Yeah, they're right here in my Dad's house, sitting on our goddamn dinning and eating our food, with their slut of a mother Doris, whose hands remains on Dad's arm all the time. She and the Mckenzie siblings had their stuffs moved into our house r
People don't change, they just mask up their bad habits and careless lifestyle with innocent and charming looks, feigning trustworthiness in order to hurt foolish people who're stupid enough to fall victims for their lies and deceits.- From the diaryof Katherine Amelia Jones-LATER TODAY, I came to know all the names of the Mckenzie siblings.The redhead is Sam.Curly hair boy is Evans.Dirty blonde hair boy is Max.Salt pepper hair, of course I know her stupid name is Sarah.And the black hair girl, Miranda.I had searched them on Facebook.The eldest of them are Max and Miranda who're twins. They're both Eighteen.Followed by Evans who's Seventeen. Then Sarah who's Sixteen too.And Sam, who's fifteen, a year behin
Parents are just overgrown kids who when they freak the shit out, you'll see the little boy/girl in them. That's how they are to me.P.S: This is perhaps one of the shitty thoughts buried inside the closets of my mind.- From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones.-"THEY BULLIED ME, Dad." I half yell, take another hitching breath and continue to cry. It's hours after I was being bullied by the fucking Mckenzie siblings. And I'm currently Face timing with Dad."Now Katherine, I wouldn't like you to be on bad terms with your step siblings whom you're supposed to be getting along with.While I'm away with your step mum, Max being the eldest is assigned to be in charge of the-""Fuck, what?" I scream at the screen of my system, interrupting him from going further, giving him my "You gotta be shitting me look" with my swollen eyes and messed up hair.Dad face palms, then sighs."Listen Katherine, the Mackenzie siblings aren't as bad as you think. Max is now in charge of the house, which mea
Playlist for this chapter;All Falls Down - Alan Walker ft Noah Cyrus,Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson.There are two answers to every question.The one you're being taught and the one from your own perspective.And during an examination, you write things you were being taught, or maybe from your perspective answers that must correspond or be similar with what you were taught.If you give answers to questions like;What does patience means, and your reply was "I think patience isn't required, helloooo (smirks), why wait for a teacher to keep going on when all the words that proceeds out of his mouth is absolute trash? Why wait for your parents to grant you permission to leave the house when you could always sn