I started my day off with a coffee, working on one of my books while and old man coughed loudly behind me. Oh, isn't life just great? Seriously though I was getting ready to shank some old people. The worst part was is that I could feel his eyes reading what I was writing. I'm REALLY anal about people reading my books. I mean, I don't care if other people read them, just not people I know. I've always been a writer to be honest. My first ever book I wrote was 'The Lonely Cheese' when I was 5. Don't even ask how I came up with that crap, but at the time I thought it was the shit. I feel as though writing is where I can incorporate my own thoughts and ideas and that's not something I can do in my everyday life. I've always been shy and secluded. If anyone from my school read this book they would never guess me to be the one typing away late at night behind the computer screen. The old man let out one more hack before I abruptly stood up, grabbing my laptop and caramel cappuccino, and quickly glancing at him before I left the room to be sure he had been reading what I was typing, and I was correct. He just sat there staring at me and kept glancing at the laptop I was holding underneath my arm.
I walked over to the front desk so I could sit there with my mom without having to worry about people reading what I wrote. "Sorry, you can't go back here anymore." my mom said guarding the doorway from me. "What? Why, I'm always back there and its never mattered before...." I whined. "A deposit went missing yesterday during Patty's shift, and she says it either has to be you, David, Lacy, or Annabelle. So Joni said no more housekeeping behind the desk." she sighed. To be honest, Patty was really starting to piss me off. She's been stealing money from the hotel for the past year and Joni knew it, she just couldn't exactly fire her without proof. Now, she's gone to the limit to steal and blame a perfectly innocent 14 yr old. What did I ever do to her? I just rolled my eyes and walked into the library and typed quietly in the lounge. What a fucking life huh?
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The Real Me
De TodoNobody knows the way I feel when I'm alone. I'm just an ordinary girl. People say I'm beautiful, skinny. That's never been enough. I've been called pretty many times but they just whisk over my head. I'm called fat maybe a few times. It's etched in...
