I Can't Live Without You

I have other stories that I've been working on for a while but because I'm so picky about the details they're taking forever to write and I really want to get deeper into a story so I'm going to start a new one with this and try to make it up as I go. Sorry if it seems sloppy I'd love as much feed back as I can get as long as you're not someone I know! ;) Thank you for clicking on this and hope y'all like!!!

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Thing's I'll never say:

"I love jumping jacks."

"Can you do it for me?"

"Let's talk about something stupid."

"Just leave it for now."

"I was wrong."

"I'm gonna take a nap."

"I can't live without you."

Why wouldn't I say these? Because they're pointless, unproductive, naive, and to say it simply, I'm not. My name is Dinah Rostov, and today is the day when my life decided it would get it's way, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

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7:15 AM Sunday, last day of spring break.

The car wouldn't start. Great, now I'll have to walk to the store. Mom just couldn't bother to get an edible morsel for breakfast on her way home last night. Why Dinah expected something more, she never knew. She'd have to come up with a grocery list.

Thinking is such a distractive thing, wouldn't you agree? Maybe that's why Dinah didn't notice that someone was plowing into her until she was on the ground trying to breathe with whatever-heavy-thing-it-was on top of her, and failing to do much more than squeak. Luckily the thing removed itself from her crushed lungs and her body did something along the lines of screaming, but she didn't believe it was with joy.

"Sorry I was in a rush and I didn't see you." Says a voice a little to close and careless for Dinah's irritated mood.

"Watch where you're flipping go-"

"Are you okay?" The voice asks as she is pulled up to see her attacker was a black haired, tall, boyish male. Not a backpack or anything large on or around him, so the heavy thing must have been him. Strange because he doesn't look very big. At least he was polite enough to help me up.

"Watch where you're going." she finishes, voice slightly softer, while dusting herself off.

He glanced at her face and smiled. "Sure," he then proceeded to turn around and rush off once more.

"Sorry again!" He shouted looking back as he ran swerving through the body's on the busy sidewalk.

He's an idiot. He'll probably hit someone again.

Scratch that, he's a retard. She thought as she reached down to pick up a piece of plastic. He dropped his ID card and didn't bother to check the ground before he took off. She quickly stood up to see if she could spot him. And now he's nowhere in sight. Great, just go ahead and add returning this piece of junk to my growing list of things to do! She thought bitterly tucking the card into the back pocket of her denim jeans.

Little did Dinah know at the time, that short encounter would mess with the rest of her carefully set up life.

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Please let me know if you're interested in me continuing. :) Any helpful comments on writing better would be appreciated.