The emotions are out of the scale when the morning of school starts again after weeks away from hell.
It was eventful.
I went to London, finally shopped in Marks and Spencers, attended a wedding, was a bridemaid, got a boyfriend, saw my best friend and brother do the dirty, and got in a car accident.
Very 'eventful'.
But here I am now currently lying in bed questioning my entire life and how a holiday can go so fast without you realising it. But to be honest, I'm kinda happy, only 0.0035 percent out of 100 to go back to school and thats only because of my friends and the boys.
"Madison!! Breakfast is nearly ready!"
Mum calls out and the word breakfast makes it easier to get out of bed. I jump into the shower quickly washing my hair and rubbing my body down. After that I find the cream that the doctor gave me and slowly massage it on the stitch on my thigh. It is a large cut but he said if I would put this on everyday soon it will barely be a scar.
Huffing, I find somewhat of an outfit and slip on a white sweartshirt and some ribbed blue jeans so I don't feel too hot. Although I have a bunch of tanktops and half-sleeved tops I don't exactly feel comfortable exposing my bruised and scratched skin which the accident happened a week ago. I know it's silly but I don't think I want everyone to know and silently judge me not knowing the full story.
"Maddi!! Elliot's eating all the food!"
"Coming!"
With that, I just apply mascara, a bit of concealer on my blemishes and quickly apply a bit of apple chapstick on my lips. Thankfully when my hair dries it's naturally straight so I don't need to straighten my hair giving Elliot the time to finish up my food.
The slob.
Grabbing my black backpack, I quickly hobble down the stairs careful not to go too fast in case I fall. When I make it to the kitchen, I prepare myself to do some karate shit all over Elliot making him drop my food and getting down on his knees but I simply see Mum humming to whatever song, frying eggs sunny side up with Elliot... no-where to be seen.
"Wher-where's Elliot?" Confused, looking around at the dining table, the stove and then back at mum.
"Oh he's still asleep. I just said that to get you down here early." Mum smiles, amused that I actually came this quick down.
"You are evil." Telling her sitting down at the table now in a bad mood.
Then all of a sudden, I see a plate of eggs, beans, bacon, sweetcorn and toast place right in front of with mum winking at me.
Grabbing a fork, I stab some bacon with my toast and before shoving it down my throat, I sweetly announce to my mother, "The good kind of a evil."l
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It feels weird to walk down these halls. Its like last night I just couldn't sleep. Okay yes I've been going to sleep at hours which the cockerel crows at, but yesterday I just couldn't sleep. Maybe its because of school starting and all these exams coming up but I don't know.
All I know is, I'm falling asleep in history.
"MADDDDDDDDIIIIIII!" A loud scream is heard behind to which all the kids around me look at me then at the girl running as fast as she can. Before I can even utter a word out, the girl jumps on my back hugging me so, so tightly that I'm in fear that my lungs might collapse.
And I'm sick of hospitals.
And there's only one girl that hugs this hard.
"PAIGEEEEEEEE!" I spin her around so now I'm leaning against my locker and she's jumping in her vans.
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The Bad Boy, The Bet & Me
Teen Fiction"Mads, I'm sure this is the right house, plus, who cares? I'd totally be killing the wet, hot look anyway.'' I roll my eyes back dramatically and force myself with all my might to not blurt out, 'YOU WOULD.' as his ego would then be enough to make m...
