UNDER EDITING! VERY MATURE!
Ignite
/ig ' nīt/
ig •nite
Verb
•to catch fire or cause to catch fire
• to arouse or inflame (an emotion or situation)
Synonyms : arouse, kindle, spark
Living the life of a miserable young girl can give hopes...
I shuffled my feet against the hard bare floor. It was freezing in my apartment. I guided towards the mirror. Only to see my hideous face. See I had dark brown pupils, a round face, my locks were long but appeared "nappy'' , I had thick lips which I hated, and the worst part were my bags under my eyes. I've never had a Real boyfriend in life , and here I am at the age of 21 My life was lonely and boring it consisted of -- waking up, going to work, coming home, and repeating . I scurry to get clothed and I strolled out of my dull apartment , I walked down the busy streets humming to myself and I wind up at my favorite bookstore . When I entered a strong smell of Vanilla Bean and paper hit my nose. "Good Morning Isa " I hear a cheery voice call out. "Good Morning Ms.Delilah" I respond. I headed towards the back where the Adult Romance was located . I sometimes wonder would it'd be like to have someone to love me . As I reached to pick out Fifty Shades Freed a soft hand intersected with mines. I looked up and saw a tall man with fair skin, broad nose, but with the plumpest lips. "Sorry, you go ahead and take it" he said , his voice was very deep and calming. "It's okay, you can have it " I replied shyly. "I have already read it, I insist that you take it" I slowly reached for the book from his hands "thank you" I said lowly and he returned with a nod. When I walked up to the register to pay he came and said " I'll pay for you " he gave me a warm smile and I gave him one too , except that mine was fake.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
When I wasn't looking he slipped something in the book before handing it to me . I strided back down to my apartment building which was two blocks over . I entered my home and sat the book on my glass coffee table where it contained my previous books and a couple of candles. I got cozy into my house and then I started ponder about why that nice man in the bookstore was so nice .. There wasn't anything nice about me . I began reading one of the books I had bought before , I ended up reading for hours. Until I grew tired and fell asleep. But later woke up at 12:30 am , stayed up for a while then fell asleep once more.
I debated on whether I should have called him ...was it too soon? "Yeah" I answered my own question. Oh pickles and cheese! I need friends. Isa has never been a social butterfly since her teenage days, and ever since that day. She tried to obliterate the memories from her mind but it just wouldn't go away. She grew frustrated and melancholy, she fell to her feet and curled up in a ball and cried. Not crying about him though. She lied there for hours just staring at the adjacent dull wall before her. ------------------------------------------- Ello! It's me! I've brought you guys a different type of book . Love My Babieees --------------------------------------------
