I was staring wide eyed at the fierce girl and the man, I seemed that my dresser was nowhere to be seen, I looked right and left. Nothing. Front and backwards. Nothing. I looked top to bottom.
Nothing. So I stepped aside, I didn't want to get stepped on by anybody.
CRASH! The man that was talking to the new person (the one I mentioned before), bumped into me really hard.
I fell to the floor, I saw that I wasn't the only thing on the floor, shards of glass were on the floor too. I screamed before I hit the ground, clearly I didn't want to fall on sharp glass shards. I closed my eyes, this was going to hurt. It seemed like time stopped for a few seconds, I was willing myself to not fall down, and I was already wincing as if the glass had cut through me. Out of nowhere a boy ran to me, he caught just before I hit the ground.
I was in such a weird position, I was in a position that waltz dancers do, the ladies arch their back and lean on the man's outstretched arms. It was a very awkward moment too, I thought that if I ever did waltz dancing, then the first time I would do that position would be filled with romance. My dream boyfriend would have a rose in his teeth too. Instead right now the whole room was silent watching me. I had transferred all my weight on to my back, so I had a hard time getting up.
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The Designer Girl
Dla nastolatkówSasha's a model, well almost- at least. But being its a model has its ups and downs, especially if you were FORCED to do it. It's time Sasha faces ongoing family problems, even if that means chasing and hunting for a dark secret that has to be unc...
