" Mom, I really don't want to go to school" I groan.
" Suck it up, your going" She instructs.
" Please, I really don't want to go" I say.
" Why" She asks.
" Because, I don't. I just won a national title, can I please not go" I really don't want to go, but this is all a part of Jordan's plans.
" What will you do all day here" My nosy mother asks.
" Jordan said he wanted my help with something" I say.
" Fine, I give up. I'm going to work" She calls as she walks out the door.
" Yay" I say.
" Don't be too happy, you get too look at college letters all day" She says.
" Awwwww" I groan.
I pull out the binder of college letters. I begin to look at them. Yes yes yes yes yes. None from LA school of Acting and Dance, aka LAAD. That's were I really want to go. Ms. Sara said she had recommended me to them and they really respect her opinion, so I hope everything works out! I wait for Jordan to arrive. We have a lot of planning to do if we want to get this right!
Jordan knocks on the door. I hurry over and open the door. I pull out my mothers wedding book that she made when she was 15. She didn't use any of it at her wedding with my dad. She said that she loved all of it but it was too pricey. This time everything will be right!
" Where is the planning book" Jordan asks.
" Right here" I inform as I set the book on the table.
" Okay, proposal proposal proposal.... Here it is" I say.
" Okay what are we doing" He asks.
" Your taking her to Summer Love Cliff" I tell him. I smile. That's were my grandma, my mom, and I would go when we were sad. That's, like, her favorite place ever.
" I have no clue where that is"
" Ugh, get in the car" I groan grabbing my keys off the counter.
We drive all the way up, which took 30 minutes by the way. He looks around and his jaw drops.
" She wanted it at sunset, the proposal" I inform.
" Okay, at 7 tonight I will take her up here. We will have candles all the way across the edge to make it look beautiful. Then we will have a nice dinner set up here and we will have flowers all around. Roses specifically, because roses are her favorite" He says. I sketch it all in my notebook until he is finished painting the picture.
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The Neighbor
Teen FictionMy name is Brooklyn May. I'm 17, graduating high school. People can call me talented. People can call me beautiful. People can even say that I have the perfect life. None of that is true, at least in my eyes. I see myself as another person trying to...