Recap:
"PIZZA! Thanks, Mom!" I yelled, then dived for the yummy, delicious food. I opened the lid slowly and let the waft of freshly baked pizza drift to my nose. I licked my lips at the sight of the pepperoni and pineapple topped pizza with extra cheese and fluffy crust. Just the way I liked it. I sat down at the kitchen counter and ate the pizza, eating every single bit of the medium pizza. You would think I was fat, but no, I was a size 1/2.
I thanked my mom again before walking back upstairs to my room. I changed into my post-breakup PJ's: my pretty pale pink lingerie set from Victoria's Secret. I brushed my teeth and washed my face with my grapefruit cleanser then settled into my bed. I slowly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Chapter Two: The Torture Chamber
Chirp.
Chirp.
Those annoying bluebirds. They needed to die. And become extinct for waking me up. I grudgingly climbed out of bed and opened my window. There was a huge oak tree outside of it, which had been there since we moved into this house, where the birds liked to nest especially in the spring. And it was spring right now.
"SHUT UP STUPID BIRDS!" I yelled at them. Then, I closed my window and lay back down on my PINK comforter set. I stared at the ceiling before finally sitting up and observing my room.
Two words.
Major. Disaster.
Why did I have to go through all that destruction yesterday? Oh, yeah. Josh broke up with me. I hated him with a burning passion at the moment. He ruined my thirteenth relationship.
Thirteenth? Well, yes. I've gone through many boys throughout my tenth grade year. I'm known as a slut at my school to some people. Designer clothing, boys, popularity, blonde head; I had all the requirements.
My friends call me beautiful. They tell me they're jealous. And I agree with them. I wasn't a normal 'dumb' blonde, if you know what I mean. I was actually pretty smart; I brought home straight A's and teacher compliments. I had a flawless complexion with a natural blush added to my high cheekbones. My eyes were the color of sapphires. I had the body of a model, according to most people, and I had large feet. Size ten.
My alarm clock rang. I glanced over at it. It read 7:45 a.m.
School.
I rushed into my walk-in closet and observed the options for my clothing. Juicy Couture jumpsuit? Hollister cardigan with skinnies? Abercrombie dress? PINK sweats with my favorite tee? I decided on the Hollister cardigan, which was light grey and long, and my skinnies, which were destroyed in dark wash. I put on a light pink lacy tank top under that. I looked at my reflection on my mirror in the closet and decided I looked good enough.
My en suite bathroom was on the southwest side of my room. I walked into it and went over to the white marble counter. My blonde hair was naturally straight. I decided to go for a beach-y look today, so I sprayed my hair with some mist and grabbed my cloth scruncher. I scrunched my hair until it looked perfect then sprayed it with a different mist to make sure it stayed in place. My side bangs were swept to the side, like normal. I applied my makeup: grey eyeshadow, two coats of mascara, black liquid eyeliner, and pink shiny lipgloss.
My mom started rapping on the door to my room. "Hannah! You have five minutes to get downstairs or else I'm not going to drive you!" she shouted.
"Okay, Mom!" I yelled back, then quickly grabbed my white wedges and slipped them on while taking my iPhone 4 out of its charging dock. I ran downstairs and grabbed my backpack from the foyer.
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He Ate My Heart
Teen FictionThere is more than one "He" for Hannah Vaughn. She falls in love with them, then finds out they don't love her. Her mother sends her to a shrink and she helps her fix Hannah's problems with infatuation, or so called 'love'. Her time through therapy...
