The rest of the day went as expected. I went to my classes, had a few concerned people approach me, and was even left alone by Tatiana. I basically skipped out of class when the final bell rang, wanting nothing more than to be in a warm bath soaking my throbbing shoulders.
As I walk into the house, I hear shouting and gunshots from the TV. I smile and tiptoe to the living room, sneaking behind the couch as quietly as I can manage. I peek my head up and slowly raise my arms above my head, then let them slam on my brothers shoulders. I try to maintain my composure as he squeals like a little girl and flails his arms around. But when he stands and glares at me, I lose it and double over laughing. He rolls his eyes at my figure and slaps the back of my shoulder playfully. I stiffen up immediately and I screw my eyes shut as a sharp pain runs through my shoulders again. Not as badly as last time, but still an immense amount of pain. I clench my hand into fists, not caring about the cuts I'm creating on my palms. The pain slowly ebbs back into a throb, and I relax. I look up at my brothers wide eyes and outstretched arms, ready to catch me, and force a smile. "I'm okay Jordan, don't worry." He frowns and looks at me. "Are you sure Celia?" I nod and he shakes his head, while heading back to his game. I make my way upstairs to the bathroom, throwing my bag into my room as I go. I walk to the bath and turn the knob to hot, then plug the drain. As the water warms, I turn and go under the sink and grab the Epsom salt. I sprinkle a bit into the bath, then make my way to my room. I log into facebook to pass the time as my soothing bath fills.
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Teen FictionCelia has a pretty ordinary life. Go to school, come home and study, and just every other thing an ordinary teenage does. That is... Until she's visited by a boy with stormy blue/grey eyes. Then their adventure begins. (There are a lot of errors th...
