Hey wattpad users!! :) Yes, I am starting another book because I can't get into writing the others. I have a good feeling about this one though. And it WILL be all romantic and *lovey* so if your not into that stuff, just hit the red ex above you, and go to bed cause clicking on this was a waste of time and used your energy...scum.
Hope you enjoy it <3
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I looked into the mirror of my bathroom. I just stood there, wet from my shower, and stared at the person before me. I looked yellow from the light and sad. Why did I look sad?
"Vada," I said under my breathe."Stop looking at yourself in the mirror...that's wierd."
And, no, I wasn't looking at myself cause I think I am ugly. There are enough girls that do that. I really have no desire to be one of those. I don't think I am ugly. Actually, I'm kind of pretty, I guess. Well, as pretty as any other 18 year old girl could possibly get.
Pretty, my pretty. The pretty I am. Long, brown, wavy, hair. Brown/Green eyes (not hazel). 5'7, C cup boobs, thin. But not too thin.
Yeah, boys tell me I'm pretty. But, I don't have a boyfriend. And I dont think I ever will.
I have guy friends, god, do I have guy friends. I love them and stuff, but none are boyfriend material. And they dont listen as well as my girl friends do.
I sat on the chair in my room, wearing a purple v-neck shirt, jeans, and flip flops. I took out my Senior Class of 2012 notebook.
I wrote at the top of the page:
Vada's Friends-Top 12!
*Audrey
*Anna
*Sasha
*Maggie
*Kalvin
*Rowen
*Aiden
*Lucas
*Stanley
*Brandon
*Andrew
*Collin
My handwriting started to slant at number eight. I could never write without my handwriting eventually messing up. That is what I hated about being left handed.
"Darth Vada!!! Darth Vada!!!" Carter yelled. He's six...I think. I don't know. I kind of lost track at three.
"Carter, go away, please." I said calmly.
"No! Stupid head!" He said sticking his tounge out at me.
"Do you really want me to call mom?"
"No."
"Okay, now turn around." I told him. He did. Carter always listens to me. It's kind of wierd. We have always had that bond. He is kind of like my little tote around dog. My parents are never home so I take him with me everywhere.
"Carter Marcus Paxton!" I yelled.
"Vada I'm playing!"
"You have to take a bath!"
I heard little pitter patters coming down the hall.
"Can I take buzz with me?"
"Yes just go in, I'll be there in a minute."
I walked into the bathroom where Carter was sitting in the filled bath. I knelt down and got the shampoo, put about a dime sized amount in my hand and rubbed it in his hair.
"Carter, can I ask you something?"
"Yes."
"Do you love me?" I asked closing my eyes.
"Ummm, yeah. I love you a lot. You're my sister."
"I love you to Carter. Okay, close your eyes and tilt back your head." I filled a bucket of water and poured it on his face and hair.
"Will you sing me Jeff Buckley?" He loved when I sang to him. Especially Jeff Buckley, I think it's only because he knows every other line.
"I heard there was a secret chord." I started.
"That David played and it pleased the lord." He said in pitch to the song.
"But you don't really care for music, do you?" I said splashing him.
"I do though!"
"I know that, but Jeff didn't." I said pulling him out of the tub and wrapping a towel around him. "Go pick out some pajamas."
He came back with penguin pajama shorts and an alligator shirt. After he was dress, I picked him up and put him into his bed. Carter has a disorder that has stunted his growth since the age of three. He is six, but only looks three. He was already 2 months pre mature, so that meant he was extremely small, the doctor said it wouldn't last forever and he will have a lot of pain at the estimated age of eight, because his body will start to grow faster than it should and he will no longer be under wieght, and average height. I'm scared, but he won't be so embarassed anymore.
"Vada? Am I going to grow tomorrow?"
"Yes. Of course. But not if you don't get right to sleep!" I bent down and kissed his forehead.
"Good night Darth Vada." He turned around and went to sleep.
"Twerp." I said laughing.
I went into the living room and sat on the couch. It was 10:00 p.m. On a friday night, and this is what I do. I looked at my phone, 3 missed calls from *MOMMIEEE*
"Vada! What the hell!"
"Sorry, I was taking care of your son." I always had a problem with that part of my little brother.
"Don't talk to me like that. I can't make it home tonight, I told Trixy I would take the night shift."
"So, I seriously have to stay here, by myself, with Carter sleeping in the other room. Mom, you know he could have pain at any time." I was so angry.
"That is why you have his medication. Vade, you know I work at a hospital with sick people, not everything is going to work out."
"Whatever mom, where is dad?"
"Where do you think he is?"
"Rebecca's?" My parents are divorced, but my dad sometimes comes over when he knows I'm going to be home alone.
"He is in Tallahasee Vada."
"Why!?"
"Him, and Rebecca took Wyatt to look at the college down there. It's only three hours away though." Wyatt, he isn't even dads son and yet he is treated better than me and Carter. Oh, and he's in love with me. But he's a stuck up little booger and I can't stand him.
"Bye mom."
"Vad-" I hung up.
"VADA!!" I heard coming from Carters room.
I ran up the stairs and down the hall.
"What! Whats the matter?"
"My legs, they heart so bad!"
"Okay, okay." I reached into my pocket, took out the little baggie of two pills (his medicine). He chewed them as I held him to me and rubbed his head. He smelled like his grape shampoo. "Your going to be okay."
He kept crying,"Where's mommy?"
"She'll be home tomorrow."
"No, no, no."
"I will stay here with you until you fall asleep okay?"
He nodded and turned around. I cuddled up next to him and held him close. In about a minute and a half I heard a final sob and then calm, steady breathing. I fell asleep too.
Carter is the stronget kid I've ever met. Too bad he doesn't know enough to get it that his mother is a dead-beat workaholic. I can't wait until college, Carter? Woul you mind hiding in my bag? I can't leave you here.
