"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment." -Sarah Dessen.
When Brooklyn Hudson's mom gets a new job in another state, Brooklyn is ecstatic. That is until her mothe...
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I will be writing full-time again on a site called PATREON. Information is on my page of how to create an account and read more content that isn't shared here on wattpad, however, I will be posting a few chapters here and then finish the story up on my Patreon and post when I get started on that.
☀ current stories writing:
- Matteo's Return (SEU)-I Wish I Was Enough (The Bryant Brothers )-Without You
I WISH I WAS ENOUGH - CHAPTER 1
I cringed as I watched the ugly critter crawl over her wig. Oh, no, it's moving further down. I diverted my eyes slightly away from the treacherous scene. Okay, I could understand that no one liked Ms. Levine, and she truly deserved this, but putting those things on her wig was crazy. Yes, I said 'those things.' Why? Because there was more than one.
I was sitting in my last class of the day. And it was Thursday, so tomorrow would be the complete end of the school week. So I was ready for a long weekend of sketching and sculpting a few ceramic designs.
But of course, this nuisance of a teacher has added stress to my weekend.
"Remember to complete pages sixty-seven through eighty-nine and answer each question completely," Inside, I felt as though I was slowly dying as Ms. Levine wrote our homework for tonight on the whiteboard.
I watched her back, hoping that if I stared hard enough, magically sharp pencils would shoot out of my eyes and stab her repeatedly in her back. But, unfortunately, Ms. Levine was a single, childfree woman who got pleasure from failing her students and giving us a ton of homework. She loved wearing the most unkept wigs and extensions I've ever seen. They never really fit her pale skin or facial structure but she didn't seem to care.
While twisting my natural tight coils in my fingers, I shook my head as I saw a critter climbing at the top of her head. A few chuckles sounded from the class, and I knew I wasn't the only one who spotted her little uninvited friends crawling over her head. Although whoever did this prank would face their karma in return, Ms. Levine wouldn't change.
The clock hanging above the door was moving slower than ever. Come on, come on, come--plop! But, unfortunately, my thoughts of encouragement to the stupid and probably broken clock were cut off by something hitting me in the back of my head. I frowned as I saw a thick, crunched-up paper ball glide past my strappy sandal.
Already knowing who threw the paper at me, I turned, ready to scold that fool! But just as I did, a curling scream illuminated from the front of the classroom, seizing my attention. I watched as Ms. Levine danced across the classroom, her hands violently attacking the mangled hair at the top of her head. The little wanderers crawled around her head, making it nearly impossible for her to slap them away. The class is rattling with laughter, watching our teacher bust move left and right as she attempted to get the critters from her head.
