Hey guys! This is my first story ever. I never thought of writing before.. however I am a poet.. This story will be somehow weird._. Anyways! hope you enjoy it! ^--^ Ill try updating once in a while.
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---Welcome To My World---
Each girl has a dream, yet, they are different. For example, a lot of girls wish to have unlimited credit card money to shop all day, everyday... Well, that is kind of my opposite. You see, im not much of an outgoing person and im not exactly that popular girl in highschool , but oh well.
My name is Candy Morton. The first thing that pops in your mind when you hear my name is " OO CANDDYY" , or atleast thats what I think. The only thing that i dream of is having a good normal day ,but noo, life has to fuck things up.Let me tell you more about myself..
Last summer, something tragic happened, something that killed a part of me. From that day on, each day that passes seems like a forever lasting nightmare and i cant seem to be able to wake up from it. I remember that day like it was yesterday..
It was one of those days where you wish you could just cuddle with your blanket and sleep all day and never wake up. But ofcourse, wishes never come true. As i was walking home from my friends house , i suddenly heard a scream. I rushed to see whats going,however, my feet failed to make it on time. What i saw that day , still haunts me everyday and every single night.
After what happened, we had to move into another town. Everything was too much to handle and the pressure kept growing on my chest and the only way to get rid of it was to move. I am currently living with mom , in a small neighbor hood that is kind of cozy but meh.. It'll never feel like home.
Tomorrow was the first day of school, and honestly i was a little scared. After the incident, i kind of shut everyone out... I became a loner. Trust became an issue , and friendship became an imagination.. Like literally, i made an imaginary friend called bob.
Sure i kept in touch with some of my friends but we had those awkward conversations in which two people who just met use. However, i really wasn't close with any of them so it didn't really matter.. Eventually, ill manage. I always do.
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It was 3 freakin AM and i couldn't sleep. The nightmares ate me inside out and my nervousness didn't help either. I shifted off of my bed and went to the kitchen and drank some water. God, i need help. Maybe sleeping pills would do the job. Yup, definitely. I jumped back into bed and managed to fall asleep after staring at the ceiling for a while.
Im not that heavy sleeper because basically after what i saw, i started sleeping with one eye open. I woke up at 6:30am. After checking my phone which basically has nothing, i got off bed and hit the shower. I stayed in there for like 30 mins trying to think of what to wear.
Finally, i got out and put on some undies and wore my black ripped skinny jeans with my grey hoodie and some converse. I looked in the mirror and all i could see was a dead girl. I applied some foundation under my eyes to make the black circles under them less noticeable and i added some mascara. Yup, i looked like crap. I brushed my hair and wore my black beanie.
I didn't really care about how i looked to be honest because basically it wont even matter. I just wanna go there , get done, and come back home to my comfy comfy bed. I hopped downstairs and i found a letter from my mom on the kitchen table. Right.. My mom is never around because she works as a nurse and she's never around.. She had an early shift today which means that i have to cook myself breakfast.. Yeahh not gonna happen. I grabbed an apple, hopped in my car and turned on the radio and drove off.
Highschool, I am ready... Not.
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Chapter 1 done. :3
what do u guys think? It's my first try so I guess its okay.. What do u think Candy saw that made her life such a mess?:o Well.. :3 stick around to see xD
But first.. Any ideas? Mhmm :3
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Candy's Life
ChickLitCandy Morton, A 17 year old girl who had witnessed one of the most terrific things a human can witness. After moving to a new town, would she be able to adapt or would her past experiences block her way into building a new life? Note : If you dont...