He lowered his head towards me, a cocky grin spreading across his lips as he raked his eyes across my body before landing them back on mine.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance before averting my eyes, ignoring the blush that threatened to run across...
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CHAPTER ONE MARC JACOBS ANKLE BOOTS!
WHAT DRIVES A PERSON CRAZY?
According to google, most of the reasons why circle back to one area, 'being ignored or forgotten.' Whether it is being actually ignored or someone's needs not being met, it is scientifically proven that humans need basic social interaction to stop them from going crazy. Being isolated for a long period of time and only hearing your own thoughts harms a person's mental health.
If someone had to ask what drove me crazy, I would have to respond with the sound of my alarm clock scaring me awake at the rise of dawn. I know that I had no right to complain, I mean, I was the one that set my alarm for 6:00AM but that was purely because it's been months since I needed an alarm to wake me up. Sue me for forgetting how it felt to be woken up by the sound of shrill ringing.
I stifled a groan as I pushed my head further into my pillow, what was school even good for? I rolled my eyes at the absurdity of my question before continuing to stare at the pale white of my room ceiling. I could feel sleep begin to cradle itself against my eyes, whispering a soothing song to my ears; a lullaby. It was working because sooner than later, my vision was encased in black and if I was being honest, I really didn't care.
"Oh shit."
My eyes flew open at the thought that flashed in front of my eyes, I had to drive my younger sister to school. My face scrunched up in horror; quickly throwing my blanket off of my legs, I jumped out of my bed. My feet hurriedly moved against the carpet decorating my bedroom floor, a small hiss leaving my lips at the temperature change as soon as I left my room to enter the hallway bathroom.
Luckily, the entire house was still asleep. Not for long, I thought. My father woke up at 6:30 for his morning run, every single day.
I grabbed the towel hanging off of my door before walking into the bathroom. A loud vacuuming hum filled the air as I turned on the light, slapping a hand onto my eyes at the invading yellow light.
What a drag.
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"Mara! If you don't come downstairs in the next two seconds, I swear to everything that is good, that I will let your siblings eat your breakfast and lunch!"
Stifling a laugh at my mothers loud yell, I shoved my right foot into my red leather boot. Honestly, all a girl needed ( majorly just me ) was a mini skirt—best if it was denim—and Marc Jacobs Ankle Boots. I mean, it didn't necessarily have to be Marc Jacobs, but seeing as I had to work my ass off lawning my neighbours lawns in hopes of having enough to buy any, it had to be Marc Jacobs.( Because my parents were petty and didn't like giving their beautiful, eldest daughter money to buy something she desperately needed. ) At the same time, I didn't really care what brand it was as long as the boots looked cute, I mean, how can you not love leather boots?
