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He called me pretty. He thinks I'm pretty.
For the first time in days since Rey broke up with me without a proper reason, I actually smile smile.
I comb my shoulder length hair in front of the mirror.
My smile is so huge my jaw's starting to get tense.
Mom orders me downstairs immediately.
I ran, leaping gracefully.
She raises an eyebrow at my actions. "You're in an awful good mood today, Winter."
I grin at her before scooping my bag and walking towards the door.
"Aren't you going to eat your breakfast?" she shouts
I stop.
I look at the mirror near me.
I see my reflection.
Damn, you gained weight.
Do those. You need to lose weight.
I take a deep breath before smiling again. I take the doorknob in my hand and push my legs forward outside the door.
I leave my untouched bacon cold.
YOU ARE READING
the girl named winter
Teen FictionWhen you're failing physics, slowly losing your friends, and getting broken-hearted every day, you tend to make a lot of wrong decisions. Like putting your cellphone number on a paper plane and throwing it out of a hospital window. For Winter Height...
