People don't understand why I do the things I do. They think I do them out of hate, I do them out of love, I do them out of pure bordem. But whenever I do something, people come to the worst conclusion possible, because they think that's what I do. What I am. A girl who does bad things. But the truth is, I do the things I do because I feel that it's the right choice.
So here I am, sitting on my bed now, contemplating whether I should throw this waterballoon at my sister. I think it's the right choice, because older sisters are a bust.
"Oh, poor, poor Penny. Having fun out in the yard with her stupid, bratty friends. I belive the right choice would be to throw this balloon. But, would you do the honors of joining me?" I ask Chris, my boyfriend must I add.
"Of course." he says. We ready our hands, then we throw. The girls start shrieking things like My hair! or This dress is designer! I think we can both agree that is the funniest thing we've seen all week. We roll over on the floor laughing.
"That was perf!" I laugh hysterically.
"It was." Our laughing dies down, and he motions for me to come sit next to him on the floor. He wraps his arm around me and whispers in my ear "I love you." I stop giggling and chuckling. I look to the floor. He's never told me that before, and I don't love him yet. It's been 3 months, it's too soon for me. "Well?" he asks, "Aren't you going to say anything?"
"Chris... don't you think it's too soon to be saying I love you?" I ask.
"No way. Don't you enjoy our time together?".
"Of course, but that doesn't mean I love you!". I stand up and he stands up too, looking me right in the eye. There is no mistaking the fire burning in his eyes, and it melts my heart.
"That's it!" he says. "We're done!". He storms off. I don't cry. I mean, sure I'm upset, but I don't love him, I'm not going to cry over him. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Mom, I'm fine!" I yell, and they recceed. I hop onto my bed, the comfy matress supporting the heavieness of my heart. I feel so bad. No, I don't love him. I care about him. I need more time to think about loving him. I grab my laptop and put it on my lap. As soon as I open it, it starts screaming. Not screaming screaming, but blasting some kind of alarm.
Huge storm expected! Be ready! Expected time: 2 days!
Yeah, okay. A little scary, probabally not acurate though. So I go on instagram. Already, all pictures of me are removed from Christophers instagram, I am out of his bio, and he updated his facebook status to single. All of this in the time span of 5 minutes. Okay.
I think I can spend my time better. Maybe... netflix. Some "How I Met Your Mother", maybe a little "Mean Girls." Much better than scrolling on my ex's social media.
Yeah, so I watch, normal, right? Then the craziest thing happens. My ears just pop and there's a blinding light. And then it's over. But where did it come from? Was it a gunshot? Was it fireworks? Whatever, it happenned, now it's over.
A few minutes later I come downstairs for dinner. "Hey mom." I say.
"Oh, hey sweetie. Penny is going to Grace's mansion today! How cool is that?" my mom asks excidedly. Whenever mom hears that Penny is going over to her rich friends' house, she acts like she's cool.
"Pretty cool. Yeah, okay, what's for dinner?" I ask.
"Brains" she kids. I laugh.
"Okay mom, suprise me." I run upstairs. I love my mom, she gets me. We joke around together, and if I hate someone, she sides with me. Doesn't everyone want that in a mom? So as soon as I get upstairs, I start texting Faith.
Me: Bad news
Faith: What is it?
Me: Chris and I broke up
Faith: Thank god. I hated that man whore
Me: Yeah... okay
Faith: Gotta go, Henry wants to "make love" 👀💓👅
Me: Just say you gotta go! TMI! Byeeeee
That girl doesn't know when to stop talking....
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Science FictionKayla lives a normal life. She has a family, she has friends, she goes to school, she has a boyfriend. But when an extra terrestrial creature comes, everything she has and loves falls apart.
