Across the Street

Chapter One

"No Sierra. I will not let you pick the movie." I said as I angrily reached for the remote in my sister's grasp. (Which was surprisingly strong for the string bean that she is.) We were casually lounging on the couch trying to decide on something to watch. She was insisting on The Heat. (Don't get me wrong, it's a great movie, but we have watched it so many times that if I see it again I will probably stab myself in the eyeball.) I, on the other hand, was opting for something Disney. Maybe something with princesses in it. Or Tarzan. Yeah, let's go with Tarzan. So once I successfully grabbed the remote (which was quite a struggle), I finally managed to click on Tarzan. Hooray for me. Sierra and I watched Tarzan and I was totally content.

After the movie, I decided that it was time for bed so I went down to my room. I quickly put on my pj's, brushed my teeth, popped my retainer in my mouth, and dove into my bed. (Like literally dove because I just have a mattress in the corner of the room. No bed frame or box springs, just a mattress. I also have a little box, storage-y thing that I got from IKEA, but that's it. My room is seriously the least cozy thing someone could think of, but it's mine and I love it.) Once I got in bed I tried to fall asleep, but all I could do was think about Tarzan and Jane and how much I wanted someone to love me.

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Hey so that was fun right? Sorry for how short this is... But you know: it is what it is. Anywho thanks for reading and I hope this will get better. In the mean time, sorry.
~EM OUT