Kaira sat on the bench as the minutes ticked by and yet her sister did not appear. Her phoned buzzed. "Shuts, I'm such a goldfish, how could I forget Krise has soccer practice today?" She mentally face palmed herself and walked home. A weird stony feeling filled her heart. Kaira shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Pretty boy ain't gonna take me down." She said loudly to herself. "No. Fred isn't going to take me down, he isn't." With those words fixed firmly in her mind she went home. After all, Fred was a waste of time, tears and thought.
Kaira arrived home slower than she ever did. She dumped her bag in her chair, yelled, "Dad, I'm home!" No reply. "Dad?" Only then she saw the small nite on her dad's work desk. "Dear Kaira and Krise, Daddy's got a important dinner. Baked rice's in the fridge, just microwave and hear it up." Kaira sighed. Her sister won't be home till two long, lonely hours later, and her 'friends' are hopeless snobs. She'll have to wait. Settling down on the couch, she curled up to read a book.
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"Ding dong!" Kaira snapped up from her reading. Krise was home, finally. She slammed the door open. Finally, you're bac-" She froze halfway in her sentence. It wasn't Krise at the door. It was Pretty Boy. He stared at her unblinkingly. "What are you doing here?" Kaira asked evenly, though her icy blue eyes betrayed rage and annoyance. Fred kept staring at her. "Hello. I'm asking you a question." Kaira snapped, her even tone gone. "You're pretty." Kaira felt her cheeks go red. "Shut up!" She cried and slammed the door in his face. Breathing heavily, she slid to the floor. The dunce was affecting her way more than he should. Why did she care anyway?
Author's Note:
Hey everyone, I quit Wattpad for almost three years, and I'm back (oops). I just found this story I wrote a long time ago and yes, I know I just left it hanging. I've started writing a new book, but I think I may continue this book coz well, even though my writing style has changed, I'm getting nostalgic feels fro, re-reading this. I won't update very frequently as I'm not a particularly fast worker and I tend to be fickle about my decisions, but I think I will see through this book until the drama between Camellia, Fred, and the gang is resolved. Happy reading (if you still read my book ahaha)
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Apple of my eye
General FictionA dose of humour, a pinch of rivalry, a tad of jealousy........stir well, and add a juicy apple. What do you get? A crazy tale of a girl named Kristena Sophie Jones, about how a little change of heart can make a big difference, and about how the pow...
