: And yes I know that everyone in this book will look like Greek goddesses and gods, what type of wattpad writer do u take me for
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Sunday 18 April 2021
Sitara's POV:
I can feel my lungs pumping air in and out of my mouth, my legs burning and my eyes watery from the cold air hitting my face with such force. All I can hear are my shaggy breaths and my feet hitting the ground repeatedly as I run.
Now, you may think, OH MY JESUS CHRIST IS SHE RUNNING FROM SOMEONE. Well, no actually, that would be cool tho.
I actually like running, one of my great advantages of being myself, and I know your probably thinking 'who the flipity fuck likes to run like she's doing right now' well face it bitches, there's people in the world who does this type of shit.
I mean I would be running with someone right now if I didn't run like I'm being chased my five man eating cannibals riding deformed mutated dinasours, but fortunately, I run like this.
AND I do have a reason for that, you see, I have a boring ass life, and running in the middle of the night like a crazy person blasting electric music in my ears make me feel like I'm actually living life, cheezy, I know.
Wow, who knew talking to yourself would be so therapeutic, and people still pay 100 dollars a hour to talk to someone who asks a question on a question, the audacity.
I finally see the yellow lights of my house down the street I'm in, but I don't slow down, my feet running at the same speed it was a few minutes ago, I mentally prepare myself for the dizziness that comes ahead. Suddenly, I stop, and fall to the ground, wheezing like a bitch and sweating like a troll, I feel so sexy. I laugh at my sarcasm, but it just sounds like a dying penguin who lost its vocal chords.
And there I lay, trying to take in air from my nose and mouth, but end up choking instead. I take out my phone, the small squishy on the phone case feeling soft against my sweaty fingers, I check the information I need and drop my phone to the grass covered ground.
14, 570 steps
Time is 10 pm
15 Instagram notifications
56 text messages
Burned alot of calories
I nod to myself proudly, taking in the information. I still lay on the very green grass that's called my lawn for a few minutes, trying to find the motivation in myself to get up, I don't find it.
I hear my front door unlock and footsteps coming down the wood covered porch.
"SITARA, IS THAT YOU?!" the screeching voice of my mother is heard, I wince and hope she'll just think that I'm a hobo that likes laying on people's lawns. She doesn't ofcourse.
"SITARA GET INSIDE RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY OR NO SUPPER FOR YOU TONIGHT" gasp, oh no what ever shall I do, I'll starve to death- OH WAIT NO I WONT, jokes on you mother, I have half a packet of doritos and one Kit Kat bar waiting for me right on my desk, I think.
But never the less I get up and walk towards my womb bearer.
"that's more like it Sitara, go say evening to your father and take a shower, you stink of death" gee, I feel the love.
"yes mother, love you too" I get to the living room without dying and see my father reading the newspaper, damn, he really got no life hey.
"Evening father, mother told me to say evening to you" knowing that he isn't particularly listening to me, he hums, he fucking hums.
"hmmmm, nice night ain't it" I mumble as I try to get up the stairs, some of the wood so old they creak at my touch.
Now you might be thinking 'omg why is she so rude and disrespectful towards her parents' well stop thinking, it sounds like your hurting by doing that. But, the answer to that is because, wait, how do I put this lightly, OH I WAS A MISTAKE.
My parents were the type of couple that makes a big business, gets lots of money and lives life being work alchohalics and real life alchohalics. But then guess what happened, me, I happened. And honselty I think I'm an amazing mistake but some people just don't have taste so, my mom being the naive business women she is, she spent too much time working to notice that there was a growing human being inside her stomach.
And when my father got the guts to actually point out to my mother that she was getting fat, they went go the doctor, cause apparently she couldn't possibly get fat. THEN BOOM, found out she was pregnant and it was too late for the abortion.
The had to quit their jobs, because apparently it wasn't good for the baby when both parents are work alchohalics. So they had to settle down, they hated that, they had to be a family, they hated that, they had to have a baby girl, they hated that also. And when they could start working again, no one really wanted to take in old business workers, since times had changed and they were you know, old and everyone else was, you know, not old.
And here we are now, my dad trying to stand my mother, but hating her because she didn't know she was having me.
My mom trying to stand my dad, but jealousy gets in the way because he gets to work and she has to be a stay at home mom.
And me, trying to stand both of their existence, as well as I am now looking for that Kit Kit I left on my table.
So ya, we are just one happy household of hate, boredom and jealousy. I can't belive I'm stuck here for 3 more years or so I thought...
