Will Ariana cope with new changes or will she completely break?
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16 year old Ariana has never had an easy life. Coping with depression at a young age when she didn't even know what it meant was definitely not on her bucket list.
So when her mot...
"Maybe I don't cry, but it hurts, Maybe I won't say, but I feel Maybe I don't show, but I care"
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Well, they were wrong.
Very Wrong.
Currently, we were at the mall, in the twentieth stop, shopping for more clothes to fill up their closet. As they were trying out clothes, I stood there, contemplating life choices and decisions that I have made so far. I was looking through all the possible sins I may have gotten that god made as my karma while holding twenty of their shopping bags.
And, worst of all, they haven't even started shopping for the party yet!
I genuinely thought that's what we were here for.
And as I also predicted, my feet felt wobbly, and I felt like my hand might get detached from my body anytime. I quickly regretted hanging out with them because of their addiction to shopping. Well, I don't regret hanging out with them but I regret going shopping
Oh, the things I do for them.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when they put more clothes in the basket. I had brought a few pairs of shirts and pants myself, but only because they forced me to.
I didn't even want to shop other than for the party. I already had more than enough clothes, thanks to my brothers. I mean... I might have stolen a couple of their hoodies.
"Are you done with shopping yet?" I asked, possibly showing a tired look on my face, but they chose to ignore it and shook their heads, saying no. I groaned and slapped my head on the wall lightly.
I have been in this hell for four hours, and we are not even done!
"Can we at least get something to eat? It is two in the afternoon, and I am starving right now!" I asked, hoping they would say yes. In one shop, I asked them the same question and they said after this stall. But that never happened.
Safe to say, this is the eight stall after that.
They thought for a minute before sighing and saying, "Fine."
I squealed and hugged the death of them, dropping some of the bags in the process. They gasped and shoved me away to save the bags. I huffed and rolled my eyes as they carefully picked up the bags, glaring at me, before going towards the paying counter. I sighed and followed them a few minutes later.
They paid for the clothes – since I got nothing – and then we all headed towards the food court. As we went there, all the memories of when I and my brothers went here and all the unwanted drama that had also occurred here.
I slightly laughed at the memory as Jane and Emily looked at me weirdly before heading towards a cute-looking café. We all set the bags and sat down after ordering snacks and drinks.
