Puck, I Love You |Rockwell series #4

Chapter fourteen

Avenna's pov

For ten minutes I have been staring at the ceiling thinking to myself would my outfit look great on me or even something like how was Wyatt and Beau finding my tasks before I decided that it was time for me to start getting dressed for this party since it was being thrown in the honor of me by Beau. The guest of honor must always outshine the other guests at a party or event where they were hosting an event gala was what I remembered most of the words which my mum had explained to me when I was a child you know i used to watch all of my mums soap operas shows she used to act in a certain number of roles in a Italian soap operas but now she writes her own scripts too.

My mum has always taught my brothers and I that just because we bleed when we get hurt, injured and bruised it does not mean that we were weak but we are only humans. So if we ever want to cry and scream out loud after we had the world's most suckiest day then healed slowly from the pain.

"Here we go, let's step on this scale.." I muttered quietly to myself.

Last night I ate pasta with garlic bread and yes the food was scrumptious but I wanted to fit into my outfit for tonight party even if it was a skin-tight leather trousers, a black sleeveless top, raven wedges shoes to add to my tiny five ft four height, puff a coat with my tiny Hermes handbag. Black, White, Dark Green, Red and Blue were my stable colors to wear anytime I wanted to stand out from the crowd despite the fact that I usually showed up in my dance flowy dresses, legging with a long sleeve red top but when I wasn't practicing my dance routine or teaching a part-time dance class I would wear a white top underneath my plaid long sleeve button up top, black jeans with trainers or otherwise I would wear what I found in my wardrobe that does look suitable for me to wear.

Quite frankly, i don't know if i regret making that stupid list for him to do until he could fully be my boyfriend but i just realized who i was. Are you kidding? I am Avenna Campbell a rebel who regret nothing because i'm simply iconic as i kept setting this competition up with myself since i was a little girl my three older brothers Bailey, Henderson and Simon had treated me like there little princess as well as reminding me that it was better to always competed for first place in races than to come out last to be a loser so i would locked myself my study room that have a library in it to read books or i would go to my mini dance studio that my parents had hired help to built for me. I wanted to be the best, even the top of my class but it doesn't make that competitive for wanting to achieve all of my goals.

"Ave, you should have been throwing  away your weight scale a long time ago because you don't need it to make you feel less inferior about yourself." Charlie said with a kind smile to me.

Sometimes even the simplest, most beautiful and brightest of roses does have the most deadly of thrones that sheltered it from the lights. My overthinking, my pain and my sleepless night trying to be someone else who I was not, it was slowly but surely killing me on the inside of me.

In fact a guest can never not show up at her own party so i figured that i had to show up late but in style and i have gotten my brother Simon to pick up my car from the garage which I had it repainted red and redone replacing some old parts with ones. Now, my deep cherry red Toyota to take us to the party whilst we were looking all divine. While getting ready with my girls for the party before and after effects, we were doing our reactions to them by walking downstairs one at a time to have our own time to walk down our very own imaginary catwalk like model. Charlie was teaching us how to strut exactly like a model and then we took so many pictures of us altogether before  exiting the university housing building as we started  heading straight to the car park, soon entering my car in the passenger seat because my family chauffeur drove us there.