The sun rose over my window and the blinding light met my eyes. I groaned and turned the other way, pulling my venus trap plush. After a few minutes of peace and silence, I heard countless of rude knocking at my door.
-"Hey Red face!." Yelled the uncomfortable recognizable voice. "Wake up, 'Mantha needs you."-
-"Shut up Tom, I'll be right there."-
I threw my thin red sheets to the floor and sat at the edge of the bed. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, then stood up.
I started to change and get ready for the day. I put on some black skinny jeans, a short-sleeved black shirt, and some maroon hiking boots. After I finished making my bed, I started to comb my night black, with red tips, hair. Once I was finished with that, I unsuitably stared at my arms. They looked horrible, like my life, full of scars. I passed my slender fingers through every one of them, remembering the events that happened and how the pain felt. I heard some more unwelcome knocking and a 'hurry up'. I didn't want to get into trouble, so I banded my arms up to my elbows and scattered away to the kitchen, making sure I turned off the lights.
I passed the bland, white walls through the hallway to the also bland kitchen. In there were my brother, Tom, and my mot-. I mean...Samantha. They were already eating, in silence. I took my plate from the white counter, some utensils, and some milk. I started eating with them for a few minutes in silence. Samantha making the most noise with her utensils. That was, until silence was broken immediately interrupted.
-"Red, I need you to deliver a basket of food to your grandmother."-
Again, this is an experimental story. I'm in the dilemma if I should write stories in this website or if I should just be an invisible gal and keep reading other peoples stuff. Thank you for reading, I hope you may have a wonderful day/night. Bye~
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FantasíaThis is a beta story, depending on how the feedback on this story is I will write more stories that over in the years I have thought and wanted to write about, but never had the guts to do it. This is a story about little read writing hood. Bu...
