Too young to Love.

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as soon as we got back home. I went in my room and slumped on my bed. taking in all of my tiredness, my eyes start to drop down. it's oddly cold in my room. I like it though...makes me fall asleep faster...

I awoke from a loud thud on my door. "Amirabelle!, get your ass up. we're leaving in an hour." ugh...right. I forgot about that damn family reunion meeting or whatever the shit you call that. I stood up to stretch my body. taking a cold shower early in the morning gets me up really quick. I called my mom in my room to help me pick out an outfit. I'm no good in fashion, like dead serious. my mama went in my room with an outfit already in her hands. "you're always ready huh?" I chuckled. "I think this silky white dress would look stunning on you. dear" My mama said, as she measures my body. "Perfect." I smiled at her as she admires my body. "Nothing beats mama's creation." I giggled out. "a beauty creates beauty." she calmly said. I quickly changed into the dress she picked out for me and wore a matching white heel. "You should wear this" she pondered as she put the pearl necklace around my neck. along with a matching pearl earrings and bracelet on my left wrist. "Why the left?" I asked her as I gaze at the scars on my left wrist. "don't be afraid to show them. some would say they are beautiful. those are who understand and see your soul." she whispered. "hm..." I mumbled...as I turned to look at my mirror. "Matte red lipstick. and add gloss" she added with a smile. "Smokey eye makeup? or just slept in makeup?" I asked as I try to imagine my look. "Slept in" she answered. "Oh, and Mirabelle...do not show any other emotion other than calm and stern. be a serious woman." she reminded. "Yes, mama." I nodded as I did my makeup. damn...I really do have long lashes huh... I always do my hair. hence, I have a wolf cut. I mean, it's become like my signature hair style. my mama likes it long though. "Natural beauty comes at its finest. heh..." I snickered as I compliment my own. and then continue to cry over my looks later-

a few hours later. me and my whole family finally arrive. at the designated place. a seaside beach restaurant. looks fancy but idk if the food would be mid.  we all sat on our table as we wait for the others to arrive. one by one the married aunties arrived. with their lousy snobby kids and then...there comes the Hescpers. I can smell their money just from the look of their car. what is that? Mercedes? I have no clue about cars. It's all black though. and in matte too. damn...just the car is handsome asf.  "Oh god...the car it's so handsome..." my older sister whispered. we both find beauty in vehicles. she's more into biker boys though. while I'm more into gym rats. ...how the hell did I go from vehicles to gym rats. whatever. "I still feel sorry for them." I sighed "shh, don't utter a word." she sighed too. just as we were whispering at each other. her jaw dropped as she watched the hescpers being escorted out of their cars. I squint my eyes to see em properly only to be flabbergasted. damn. who's that?.