My Name's Blurryface Mga Nobela at Kwento

I let out a shaky sigh. "Caroline Blair. Everyone calls me Carrie." I saw the corners of his mouth draw upwards in a slight smile. "What?" I asked, eyebrows furrowing. "I like that." he said. "My name?" "Yes. It suits you." Well, here's hoping. I couldn't very well change it if it didn't. We were quiet for a few moments before Luca spoke again. "Are you an artist?" "I'd like to think so," I mumbled, trying my hardest not to fall into the trap of conversation that he was setting.

The third, clearly the loudest, had bleach blond hair and a grin that sent a chill down my spine. “Ladies, are you lost?” Blondie asked, his eyes sweeping over me with an unsettling gleam. “Or did you come here looking for some fun?” Trance immediately stepped ahead of me. “Back off.” Blondie’s grin widened as he looked at Trance. “Relax, man. We’re just being friendly.” His gaze lingered on Elara, then it shifted back to me. “Especially with this one. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

He sits on the chair across from me. "My name is Alex, what about you?" He asks after a long silence, and I raise my gaze to look at him. Now that I have a good look at his face, he has a pair of brown eyes, and a pointed nose, his blonde hair fits him perfectly, although I don't know if he dyed it, or if it's a natural blonde. He has a chiseled face in summary. "Clarissa," I reply to him casually before I return to eating. I am so pissed to even talk to anyone right now.

My head felt foggy and my vision seemed to had blurred out everything else aside from the face in front of me, shriveling every other image into a distant, blurred, quiet memory. The sound of my name now sounding more urgent, more frantic, more abrupt, more clearer. Oh no, it dawned on me then, hallucinating...I was hallucinating; shaking my head vigorously, I was surprised it didn't come off as I blinked rapidly, and just like that, everything started morphing back to a blonde Man, my vision getting clearer and my name...yes, my name...I should answer it. "Alicia!" His voice thundered rigidly, startling me awake.

Katleya stopped when Blue handed her his phone. “What’s this for?” she asked. “Your Facegram name. I want to be friends with you. You’d like that, right? I can even introduce you to my twin,” Blue said. “Fine. Thank you.” Katleya added herself using Blue’s account. Once done, she handed the phone back. Blue smiled when he saw Katleya’s display picture. She wore a two-piece swimsuit, showing off her beautiful figure and a mole on her chest. He stared at it seriously.

My eyes wide open and still can't believe it and the blurred girl as well. “Do you see that Whoa I can't believe it She died just like that I'm too lucky” I shout into the blurred girl. "Wait up, why do I feel like you're slowly getting clear? You're not too blurred anymore." "I don't know, maybe you're slowly getting stronger so that's why yes it is. You're getting stronger so that's why I'm getting stronger too. And maybe If you are strong enough all the soul inside of you would show up just a matter of time Isn't it cool?"

A slight smile slowly formed on his face. "Worth a shot though." Zia snickered as she just listened in on them. "Okay next," Gray continued. "Do you know my full name?" He blinked once. "Do you know I'm a freelance makeup artist?" He blinked once. "Do you know I'm your coolest friend?" He blinked a lot of times rapidly. "I see your kindness got knocked out of your brain," she scoffed, pretending to look upset. He blinked twice.

He says in a strange, firm voice and a shiver passes down my body. I am unsure, but I nod anyway. …. I remove the blindfold and wince when the bright light hits my eyes. I glance at the mirror and shake my head. My makeup is smeared and I indeed look like a mess. Slut, to be precise. I cringe, trying to remember if I ever liked name calling before? Nope.

My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F

But it isn't really the sickly kind. He must've noticed me staring. He smiles, patting my cheek. "Aren't you the cutest? Look at your face," he drawls, and I frown, pulling away slowly. Blair chuckles. "See you around, chubby cheeks," he tells me and walks away, leaving me completely startled. My cheeks burn, his "nickname" for me reminding me of Jake. Instinctively, I pat my cheeks. Are my cheeks really that puffy? I can't help but wonder.