Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
Hi. Yesterday was my birthday that's why I didn't post but yeah anyway. I thought about it and I will probably upload more of They Meet Again since we only have two chapters before Sunny is over and that shit makes me extremely emotional. However I just plan on uploading more They Meet Again and then sometime Sunny as well and yeah. I hope you enjoy this chapter I'd be more than grateful if you'd comment and vote. Remember I love and appreciate you and I'm happy you're here. Have fun reading <3333
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Violet Rose:
I've been starring at the door handle for about fifteen minutes now, unsure what to do. Should I just sneak in, I mean maybe they're not up yet?
Nah that's not going to work. My parents want everyone to think we're the perfect family, of course they get up at five in the morning to make sure everything's perfect.
Inhaling a shaky breath I grab the handle and push it down, opening the door quietly. I walk in and flinch once mom and dad are stood in the hallway with both their arms crossed, and Brielle leaning against the wall, her arms crossed and her left leg bent and rested against the wall as she chews her bubblegum. Why does she seem so amused?
"Who was that boy out there?" oh boy if only I knew.
"Oh, he just got drove me home it's no-" mom cuts me off by walking towards me and looking at my body and hair.
"What are you wearing and why do you look like that?" she questions shocked and I close my eyes. I hate it when she comments on my body.
They want what's best for me..
"Where were you and why didn't you get here earlier, we said you have to work today." dad argues and I sigh. "I know, I'm sorry I just overslept." I apologize.
To be honest, I don't think I have ever slept this good.
"Since when do you oversleep? Honey are you okay? I-" I cut her off by just shaking my head signaling them to just drop it.
"It's fine, I'm fine. I'll just go and take a quick shower and work. 30 chapters, yay." I try to sound excited but they seem to buy it, my sister on the other hand just scoffs.
"Write at least forty-five today." dad narrows his eyes at me and I nod, running past them and up to my room. Fucking hell.
Once the door closes behind me I let out a deep breath, leaning my back against it. How am I supposed to write forty-five chapters in one day?
Dropping my bag to the floor, I walk into my bathroom immediately cringing at the sight of me. Maybe mom was right.
My hair, that was once curled is by now just a tangled mess and my eye bags are heavy.
Somehow all of my make up is gone though. How did that happen?
I throw my head back and close my eyes trying to make the major headache stop. I'm never drinking again.
