Helloooo I am Felicia, and this is my first little story here at wattpad! What can I say? It's about a girl that's a bit hung up on her past and those stuff. Please comment, and write what u think! :D Actually this is my Swedish homework but I'll redo it to english and make it last long. And if u like it, why not share it to friends? :P Well, just a though, but keep it in mind if u like it! :D
- Cellinda
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"Hey stupid." I turned around. "What Devon?" I muttered with an irritated tone. At the exact moment i turned looking at his face, the wind striked his brown hair and my eyes widened. I smiled and felt the blossomed hurting, but still good-hurting feeling tickle inside of me. He smiled back, with a sad feeling. "Promise that you will come back." he said with his serious greenblue eyes. That's where i started being unsure. I do love him, but this is only a 9-year old crush. This can't be, right? His eyes became smaller while looking at me getting more and more unhappy. "You will right?!" he started screaming. I just closed my eyes ignoring him. I don't want to see him this upset. "W-why... do you want me to come back that much?" I finally said. I wanted to test him, and see what I really am to him. He smiled foolishly. "Otherwise, who can I play Makiman with?!" He smiled and waved with his Makiman actionfigure. That second, it was like i fell into the darkness.
I jumped put from the bed and noticed that it was just a stupid dream. That stupid Devon, who love his stupid Makiman... Maybe i shouldn't use the word "stupid" too much. I looked around my messy room and sighed. I walked to my computer and putted on my normal playlist. I jumped hearing the loud music all out of sudden. I lived into the music while the sound was echoing and bouncing from the black patterned walls. My body started to move. Yes, I dance. Like I always do after school for many hours. While moving i heard odd noises from behind the music that totally ruined the rythm. I ignored it until I heard it was mother.
"Chantelle!" she screamed from the kitchen downstairs. "Breakfest's ready!" The sound drilled into me and I halted like I just woke up from a dream. Well, a good dream compared to the one just now. I stopped the music and went through the door. While passing by the mirror close to the stairs I saw my reflection. Oh, shit. My lightbrown hair was in a sloppy done bun and i wore really light clothes. Really daring clothes. I ran into my room and changed my clothes fastly. My parents can't see me with those clothes, they'll totally freak out if I know them right.
I went through the same mirror and I looked like another person. My hair was wellbrushed in a little hairclip. I had pretty clothes with the look of a rich, smart girl. Perfection, I guess. I walked on the stairs and it made this annoying sound when I stepped on it.
"Oh my." mother said amazed. "Good morning my beautiful Chantelle, you look as beautiful as always." she sang happily. This is what my mother wants, a sophisticated pretty and smart girl. The smart part is already taken care of, because i get A+ in every subject. Well, with another + on the music and P.E part. Father sat quietly listening to our conversations about school and my future while eating. When my plate was empty I put my cutlery pretty on the plate, four o'clock. "Thanks for the breakfest, mother." I thanked her. Mother nodded proud over my politeness. Before I reached the stairs she stopped me while calling my name.
"Chantelle." I turned around looking at her. "Yes, mother?" I smiled. "Seems like you still can't study without loud music, huh?" she smiled with her eyes while sipping her Oolong tea. I nodded. That's not really true. I started studying like crazy when I came here to New york for severel months and since that time I am having an easy time remembering stuff. I can remember things in some seconds. And yes, I have this image in front of my parents. Being the smart beautiful girl isn't easy I guess. And even though I lock myself into my room every lone time being at home they always think I am studying. That's just hilarious. Me? Studying? I giggled when thinking that thought.
This is my life. Every human being have it's Switches. Well, any teenager does have it. I have three different Switches. One, the one i call The one-mode, is the real me. Before it was a tomboy but now it's a messy girl with bad language and daring clothes. All shortshort skirts or shorts with half of the breast showing. That's quite the opposite of the second-mode, the sophisticated rich smarty, that's the ideal daughter of my mother. And the third-mode... Is something you're just about to see right now.
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