Nina's POV:
I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock. I was so tired. I had stayed up all night thinking about that Walker kid. "Bye." It replayed in my head, "Love you too!"
We barely even knew each other for two seconds. I got up my hair hanging in a messy bun. It needed to be washed before I left for church. I grabbed my bubble gum-flavored shampoo and headed towards my bathroom. I turned on the shower water, removed my clothes, and stepped inside.
The warm water hitting my body felt so soothing. I grabbed my bubble gum shampoo, and poured a glop into my hands. As I was rubbing it in, I started to sing. "Singing in the shower. A ladedeladeda," it was interrupted by a big bang.
I pulled back my shower curtain and saw nothing. So I went back to washing my bubble-gum-flavored hair. Then I finished showering.
After I was done, I got out used my towel to dry my skin and reached for my robe. I put it on and walked towards my closest.
I was searching through all of my clothes for something cute to wear. Finally, I reached the perfect outfit. It was a yellow sundress with no sleeves, but instead was laced from the top of my boobs to the bottom of my neck. It was short and came to the middle of my thighs.
I grabbed my pink Bible and headed downstairs, were Paul and my mom were waiting for me. We headed out for a 2 hour sermon and got home at 2 with an hour to spare for the dinner.
My mom passed the time by going to the store to buy a cake, because I was the baker and usually the cook of the family. By the time my mom got back it was 2:45 and we had fifeteen minuted left.
I went to take my Bible back upstairs in the hopes that I'd see him in the window again. I went to my curtains and opened them only to find his closed, and my hopes were crushed.
I grabbed my pink lip gloss from my dresser and put it inside my purse, then I grabbed my purse and headed back down the stairs.
This time it was my mother and I waiting for my brother at the bottom. "Come on, Paul. I don't wanna be late." Paul came down the stairs laughing.
"Mom, they live next, door, and I'm sure that even of we got there at 3:01, no one would notice." Then I laughed. Not at my mother or not really at the tone in his voice, but at the reality of it all.
When we finally reached our destination, we rang the doorbell. A tall woman with dark brown curly hair, and who was just about as skinny as me, had opened the door. I was assuming this was the mother.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Sarah. Walker. Welcome to our humble home."
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To the One I Loved
Teen FictionBOOK ONE Alex is a seventeen year-old boy in love with Nina Myers. Nina is a sixteen year-old girl with cancer. In the third grade, Nina and Alex were best friends, but she had moved away the next year. Now, heading into junior year, Alex and Nina...
