Glancing At The Jock.

Chapter One.

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Chapter One.

“Danielle your cousin, Macy is there.” My father shouted from the hallway, the sound of his voice made me cringe wishing it was Dylan’s voice instead. I hadn’t let my room for two days. Just crying in my bed, watching Titanic over and over on repeat. With my tissues covering any view of my duvet, the tissues disguised themselves as a snow white blanket. I rolled onto them feeling the warm comforting smell of rosemary and . . .dog? I snapped my head up too see two big mahogany brown eyes staring at me. His little fragile body sat at the edge of my bed, his tiny head rested on my tissue blanket, two big floppy ears at each side of his adorable fluffy face.

“Patches, awww don’t look at me like that. You’re gunna make me cry.” I said with a sniffle, anything, I mean anything reminded me of him. I stretched my arms out towards my beagle puppy, I hooked him into my arms feeling that soft fur brushing my forearms. Bringing Patches to my chest, I lightly placed him on my stomach. His little paws prodded my belly until he came closer to my face and his nostrils flared as he regained my scent. I flashed a genuine smiled holding back my laugh as a huge tongue licked my cheek and he let out a cheerful bark. I sniffled once again and held him above my face looking down at those big brown eyes. I laughed when his little feet swung back and forth like a he was swimming on air. I rolled on my stomach and my two feet landed firmly onto the floor. I grinned, placing a kiss on Patches forehead I gently lowered him into his round bed. He sniffled and twisted his body like a cat, once he found the perfect position his eyes began to drift shut. I stood for a few seconds watching his petite belly rise and fall. Rise and fall. I sighed and walked over to the mirror.

My jaw fell flat open. I’d never seen me looking so untidy, so monstrous and tired. My eyes still red and blotchy from the dry tears that stun my face. My golden blond waves were scruffy, they looked like a pile of dead rat sitting on my head. My pyjama’s were stained with tears and crinkled from the amount of time I’d wore them. I inhaled deeply, almost choking on my smell, two days and sweat had devoured my olive skin, making me smell like a corpse. I tried not to breath as I dragged myself over to the bathroom, to quickly have a shower before my cousin gets ther−

“Well, we’ll look at you. Are you truly my cousin because right now. My eyes are stinging just looking at you. Literally.” She laughed as she entered my bedroom. Macy had true sapphire eyes, bursting with grey slashes. Her autumn red hair sat neatly at her straighten and shimmering with that newly dyed gloss. Last time I’d seen her she had brown hair. Her figure was very curvy, she was a porcelain pale and light freckles that were placed mysteriously around her body. She saw the mess that hovered around her feet and grunted, as her eyes met mine I gave out an embarrassed smile and shrugged my shoulders.

“When your dad said ‘she’s a hermit’ he meant it. Girl I hate to say it, but you need help. And luckily for you I’m there.” I groaned, and Macy gave myself a smug look.

“You mean unfortunately.” I mumbled under my breath with a forced smile. She ignored my comment and began to walk out the room. I beamed as she left until she voice shouted,

“Come down, once you look attractive.” I think she meant clean and washed because if not, I’m never coming down stairs.

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