Novel & Cerita I Was Only Nineteen

Part of me was fighting the fact that I was nineteen years old and this girl was seventeen. I was playing with fire, but if I only kissed her for the pic, everything would be fine. I could act friendly all the time and still get my money from the challenge. Who would know, right?

He said and then kissed my forehead. What the hell!, I am not a child anymore!, I am nineteen for goodness sake!, how will he say I am too young?, I am literally an adult asking for something I want!, he has my consent and I want him to mark me!. If he knew he couldn’t do it because of my age then why did he keep talking about it, he ended up giving me the wrong idea!. “I am nineteen!.” I could take it I had to say it!, I am old enough “I know that!, I doubt you’re ready!.” He replied.

I always thought we were just a silly conspiracy theory, that people claiming they saw a mermaid or werewolf were like drunk or crazy … turns out they are not. And I won … the whole thing. It is now ten months since the finale and I have just turned nineteen. I am, without bragging, the biggest pop star in the world, selling millions of albums, I cleared out every award show this year ... and feeling like a lost little girl most of the time.

“I hope I won’t get in trouble for feeding this to you?” “I’m almost nineteen, not nine.” “Nineteen,” he mumbled. The vibration sent shivers down my spine. “When you'll be nineteen, I’ll be nine.” He bit his tongue and shook his head. I burst out laughing, not having a bit of control over myself. “I mean, ninety—twenty-nine. What the fuck is wrong with me?” “As if a ten years age gap isn’t enough. You had to go up to ninety?” His shoulders shook in silent laughter. His eyes remained on me. “You’re beautiful, Ella. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“It depends though.” “Depends on what?” “How old are you exactly?” “How old do you want me to be?” “Elena I’m serious actually I’m trying not to go to jail you know?” She smiles, “Aww, you think I’m a minor?” “I don’t know your tits suggest otherwise but kids these days don’t grow like they used to.” “I’m nineteen.” she replies with a cheeky smile. “Nineteen?!” “Yes, why?” “When will you be twenty?”

she murmured, “everyone talks about ‘sweet sixteen,’ but I never had one. I think my real age of miracles is nineteen.” I arched my brows. “Oh?” “I turned into a wolf at nineteen,” she began, eyes flickering with memory. “Fought my first supernatural war at nineteen. Met my first crush at nineteen…” She poked my chest. “Married that crush at nineteen. And got pregnant at nineteen.” I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “Sweet nineteen, then.” “Exactly,” she whispered, laughing.

Since I can't be with my Dad, I might as well be with my “Father-figure” Right? Or was that wrong too? How do I handle this much agony alone? I'm just…19.

I smile back at him. (These people in my life, they are so...good to me.) "Yeah, thank you all so much, I can't believe I have completely forgotten haha! I'm nineteen today!"

"Twenty" "Nineteen" "Twenty" "Ninet_" "That's enough!" I cut them off "I don't care if he's nineteen or twenty, it's none of my business" "I looked it up online last night, he's nineteen" "I also looked it up and he's twenty" "Maybe your website is wrong" "Maybe yours is wrong" "Once again" I said "I don't care if he's nineteen or twenty" "Well, you have to care cause I'm very sure he's going to be friends with you and who knows? Maybe_"

After all, I was turning 20 in a couple of days. I still couldn't believe I was turning twenty though. It felt so unreal. I mean, it's me. I still felt so immature and unready for life; even though life had hit me hard a lot of times in the past. It's amazing how I've been through so much in just 19 years of my life. And all through my life, year 19 had to be the most dramatic and disastrous one. A lot had gone on in just this one year. In one year, I dated a murderer, serial killer and chronic abuser.