Mary Elizabeth Perks Of Being A Wallflower นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

Personality Description: Dominant, Perfectionist, hardworking, reliable, thoughtful, resourceful, jealous, Family: Raphael Lockwood (father), Olivia Lockwood (stepmother), Isabella Smith (Tammy - mother deceased), Gabriel Lockwood (older brother), Amelia Lockwood (younger sister) Friends: Logan Carter (best friend), Carina Peters (best friend) Elisabeth Walsh Age: 27 Job: Primary school teacher Physical Description: long wavy red hair, grey almond-shaped eyes, thin nose, heart full shaped lips, heart-shaped face. 5’5ft tall, curvy body. Personality Description: caring, enigmatic, empathic, persistent, adventurous, creative, Family: Daniel Walsh (father), Aria Walsh (mother) Friends: Stacey C

Catalina taunted as the other girls giggled with her. The comment got under her skin and fury boiled in her veins as she turned around to confront Catalina. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Perez.” “Oh, look girls. The coach’s pet is getting an attitude.” Catalina said as the other girls shickered at the comment. “Ladies, keep the line moving.” Said a red-haired woman in a white apron. “Yes, Ms. Perkins,” Elizabeth said as she walked away. Feeling that her temper was spiraling out of control, Elizabeth reached for her prescription and struggled to open the bottle.

But my chest was burning. Because the thing about girls like Maya Perkins was, they didn’t have to try to steal attention. They just existed, and suddenly everyone wanted to orbit them. I hated that about her. I hated that even after everything — after her family’s disgrace, her sudden reappearance, the drama — she could still stand there and make me feel small. No. I wasn’t letting that happen again. As the music shifted, I let my smile turn softer, my body more relaxed. To everyone else, I was still the picture of grace — the perfect girlfriend, the poised lady.

Eliza's POV; I stare curiously at my computer's screen as the cool night's breeze blows into my partly lit room through my window. I inhale in pleasure as it cools off my skin. I do want to be beautiful. I want to make an impact. I want to prove everybody wrong, and storm the world. I want to make fame at a rate that will shock my family. However, is this pop-up legit? Will it answer all my questions and grant my wishes?

After all of the preparations, now is the day that we are waiting for the announcement of our engagement and our company’s anniversary celebration. All the guests are waiting for us to show up on the stage. Shane looks so gorgeous and sexy in her light pink dress while I’m wearing one too that matches with her. She smiled so sweetly at me when I offered my hand to escort her down the stairs when the Mc called our names.

“… you have that on your wall and you say you’re happy but you don’t look like it! You don’t smile, you don’t sing, you don’t dance and…” “Now, young lady,” Ms. Perfect says threateningly, even sticking out an index finger to emphasize her point. “Consider your next words very carefully or I’m going to make you eat demerits.” “Go ahead!” Kate blusters. Exactly what the grade-conscious angel in her was trying to avoid. She has just realized she was tired of everything – these psychology exercises, these cliché metaphors, the pointless marches under the scorching sun…

Third period’s looming, and I’m already bracing for the worst. The hallway’s a zoo, same as every Monday. Jocks high-five over some weekend touchdown, cheerleaders trade gossip by the lockers, and I weave through it all, hoodie pulled low. Maya Delgado, my best friend, calls me a “professional wallflower,” which stings less than it should. I like my quiet life—books, sketchpads, and avoiding drama. But this hum? It’s throwing me off, making my heart skitter like I’m running late, even though I’m not.

Secretary Ann hurried quietly, locking the door with the keys to avoid an invasion. "I am sorry, boss. I think you need to see this." Secretary Ann handed the iPad to Elena, Elena's gaze never leaving hers as she collected it. Elena's eyes widened as she gazed at the iPad.Her eyes scanned the text with a hunger that seemed to devour every word. She read the words "Victoria Lockwood "and "Alan Morgan"leapt out at her. Her eyes darted to the phrase "set to walk down the aisle." Elena's legs gave way. She fell onto the bed, her body going limp. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth hanging open.

he says a little too condescending for my liking, but I let it go. I’m incredibly panicked. This is the first time I’ve left my Pack for any amount of time that wasn’t related to a crisis of some sort. I’m going home with Colby. I can’t wait to see his Pack, meet his family, and especially meet Amelie. I have some gifts for her, that Colby helped me pick out. A purple elephant – she collects elephants, and she loves the color purple. And a little necklace with an elephant on it. From what Colby has told me this will be her first big girl jewelry. I can’t wait to see her little face.