Meet Vannessa Walters, a teenager who lives a lavish lifestyle. She has things that most teenagers can only dream of having.
But there is a cavernous hole in her heart that she desperately needs to fill due to tragic circumstances.
She has a profou...
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It felt like it was something out of a movie.
My thick hair that was usually set in big, juicy curls was pin straight and tumbled dreamily over my shoulders in a mass of intense obsidian.
I was adorned in a tulle gown which had contrasting shades of blue, varying from dark blue to sky blue. It had an almost ombre appeal to it.
The bodice fitted me really well and it shocked me that my mom wore the same size as me when she was around my age.
My mom.
It feels weird to think of her that way or to call her that like I used to do a long time ago but hey, I'm not complaining.
I twirled in the mirror once again to admire the immaculate work of art.
I felt like I was on cloud nine.
Who knew my mother had such good taste in clothes.
I knew she owned some really good dresses back when I used to dress up in her dresses—that were way too big for me—when I was younger.
But still, I am awestruck.
“Oh my Gawd you look gorgeous girl!” Allison yelled, grabbing my hand and twirling me around excitedly.
The dress followed my movements, rising and falling around me like I was being swallowed in a large, soft looking cloud of cotton candy.
“Dontae won't be able to take his eyes… or hands off you,” Mary stated with a mischievous smirk on her face.
“Oh, stop it Mary. You don't know what you're talking about. It's not like that between Dontae and I. We're just friends.”
Immediately, I felt my heart drop.
The initial excitement that I felt bubbling within me ceased. And the many butterflies that were flapping away in my stomach transformed into a swarm of annoying termites gnawing at my insides.
