Dont really know..
tell me what you guys think? xx
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“So, basically, what I'm trying to say, is, I love you.” I gasped for breath. My heart thumping heavily in my chest, as I scanned his beautiful face for something that might show how he was feeling. His features stayed totally blank as he processed my words. He remained silent. “Say something.” I squeaked. His deep blue eyes bore into mine.
“Emi Aspen Wilson, you have no idea how much you just screwed everything up.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head.
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Okay, so your probably wondering what happened to lead up to those events. So to fully explain, we have to skip back a couple months...
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3 Months Previous.
I woke to a loud bang, and the sound of glass smashing. I sighed, and glanced at my alarm clock, which hadn't even had the chance to go off yet. Who the hell was up this early? Groggily, I padded downstairs and into the kitchen. I found two of my brothers wrestling on the floor. I noticed that some toast had popped out of the toaster. I glanced back at the fighting boys on the floor and shrugged. They had woken me up early, I may as well steal their breakfast. As I crossed the room, I saw a shard of Mom's best crystal vase on the floor. So that's what broke! They were so dead. Soon enough, they stopped attacking each other, by which time I was happily munching on the toast.
“You stole my food!” Dylan accused, as he clocked me sat on the counter.
I poked my tongue out at him. “You woke me up.” I shot back.
“Touché” Elliott interjected, earning his a smack over the back of the head from Dylan.
“Dude. Don't try and pretend you were involved in this.” Dyl shook his head in a disapproving manner. This started another bout of pushing and shoving, and in no time at all, they were having a full on fight. Again. I rolled my eyes and pushed off the counter leaving the room.
“Don't be late.” I called as I skipped up the stairs. I changed from my pj's, into a pair of denim shorts and a dark blue tank top. I slipped a white zip-up hoodie on over the top and gently curled the ends of my dark brown hair. I checked the clock, and saw I only had half an hour to get to school. I crossed down the hall, and banged on the bathroom door.
“What?” I heard another one of my older brothers on the other side.
“GET OUT NOW!” I shouted through the wood.
“No. I'm not done.”
“I think you'll find you are.”
“C'mon, Emi. You know I have to rinse and repeat.” He whined.
“The shower isn't even on, douche bag!” I banged on the door again.
“Alright.” He sighed, before opening the door.
“Thanks, Mason. Your the bestest big brother in the whole world!” I said in my 'little girl' voice.
He rolled his eyes and stalked off to his room. I quickly brushed my teeth and hurried to the front door. I grabbed my blue canvas backpack, keys and phone, before rushing out of the house.
My car was a canary yellow mustang. It used to be my mothers, before she died. It reminded me of her. I tooted the horn, and two of my brothers hurried out. Dylan (Senior) and Alex (Freshman) jumped into the car, and I sped off towards the school.
“Emi!” My best friend Josie waved at me, as I slipped through the door into my homeroom.
“Hey Jo,” I grinned at her as I slid in to seat next to her.
