Today is Monday, Monday the third of May. Today is my birthday, today I am turning eighteen. I am now an adult! I am very excited now since I can legally move out of my house and I am able to go to collage. I am thinking about being an architect engineer and so I will need to go to an architect or engineering school, Cal Poly. I live in Arkansas, and Cal Poly is in California. It'll take me around a week just to get there. Luckily I have everything ready for me when I get there. I have my dorm information and I have the key to it. They mailed me my key since I told Cal Poly that I wouldn't be able to move right away and I might be late. I just now graduated high school and me and my family are having a party at Red Lobster. My older brother already graduated two years ago and he is in collage now. Sadly he couldn't be at my graduation, but I understand since his collage is in Washington, which is way father away then California.
"Amanda," my mother said, breaking my thought. I look to see a worry in her bright blue eyes, crinkles around her eyes and scrunched eyebrows. "Are you okay?" She asks me, reaching for my hand. I grab it and give her a smile, to reassure her that I'm fine.
"I-I-I j-j-just want Ro-Ro-Ro-Robert h-here." I reply, squeezing her hand. She then smiles sweetly and looks behind me and then back at me quickly. I turn around and see my cousin walking down the aisle. I quickly get up and hug her. "Th-thanks f-f-for com-om-oming Sa-sa-sasha." I say smiling.
"No problem Mandy." She replied smiling, her smile always made me happy. "So, where is everyone else?" She asks mother.
"Robert is in collage, and Aunt Clara should be here soon, she got into bad traffic earlier in the drive and she texted me that she would be late, and Uncle Henry couldn't make it because he got into a bad motorcycle accident. He wishes that he could be here." Mother assured me, "He said that once he is healed enough to drive then he will come down here to celebrate your graduation." Mother explained.I smiled and looked at the menu, trying to decide what I want for my lunch. There was always competition of what meal I always wanted. Sometimes I wanted the Shrimp Linguine Alfredo or the Sweet Chili Shrimp or the Shrimp Wood-Grilled Chicken. As you can see, I just love shrimp. Shrimp is love, shrimp is life.
"So Mandy," Sasha said sipping her pink lemonade, "Are you excited for collage?" She asks.
"I'm n-n-not s-s-sure." I say shrugging my shoulders.
"You should be excited, I heard that there are really cute guys there." Mandy said wiggling her eyebrows.
"Sure th-there ar-ar-ar-are Ma-Ma-Mandy. Th-that's th-th-the on-on-only thing tha-tha-that i-is on-on you-your mi-min-mind?" I ask teasingly.
She gasps playfully, "That is NOT the only thing on my mind, it's also the clothes that you can get! Imagine getting so many flowy dresses and skirts! Here you have to wear jeans and boots to keep the stickers out of your skin. In California you can wear sandals, tank tops, shorts, crop tops, and even heals! Imagine wearing heals! Oh what a lovely day that would be." She then sighs and places her hands under her chin, making it seem that she is fantasizing the time when she could wear heals without breaking your ankle from gopher holes.
"Yo-yo-you c-can we-wear he-he-heals, n-no-not m-me th-though." I laugh. The waiter then came to our table and got out her thing to get our orders.
"Are you guys ready to order?" She asks politely, smiling. She certainly was pretty, she had the perfect reddish brown hair, the slim body, the natural makeup, and her hair straighten. Her face was the best yet, she had medium sized lips, not too plump nor not too flat, her eyes big and bright, her nose not too small nor not too big, her skin just perfectly smooth, even her eyebrows were waxed to be perfect as they could be, and her teeth white as can be.
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ActionThis a story of a girl who lives through a horrible life an is trying to get out of it. She has to go emence amount of pain to get where she wants to get later in life. She thinks that she can do it, do you? Thank you for reading my book(s), hope yo...