Chapter 1

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Sitting on my swively chair from ikea Sasha opened her Laptop dramatically and smirked "You girl,Are gonna meet the real world."She grinned manically

I just sat there chewing my fake nails Wich Sasha put on ten minutes ago.What the hell was she on about?I was in the real world.I flicked myself and rubbed my arm as I felt the tingly pain.Yep I was real.

Her own fake nails tapped at the keyboard,She was still grinning manically.She finally showed me the website she was on.Tinder.I sighed dramatically,This really pissed her off for some reason."Grow up ari!You can't be single forever"She put her hands on her hips,flaunting her curves.

I rolled my eyes and looked at her "actually me and McDonalds are engaged"I made a gotcha face.She rolled her eyes and started making me a profile.Whenever I asked if I could change something,she shouted at me for being irresponsible.Oops.

After I while I was sick of this swipe left,swipe right scenario.I ran down the wooden stairs and slipped passed my mom,into the kitchen.I raided all the cupboards and cabinets and found a full tub of mint choc chip ice cream and a bottle of Pepsi.I ran up the stairs quickly avoiding my mother and father

.sasha sighed in disapproval "Ari you'll never get curves if you eat that junk"I didn't want curves.I needed to eat healthy but I doesn't mean I can't eat unhealthily.I sighed and pulled at my jacket.Sasha was squealing like a little girl"Ari I found a babe"she said in her Australian accent.I walked over and nodded in agreement.He was cute but in a dark way,He had an even tan and blue pools for eyes...

I shrugged and tied my laces "I'll be at the studio"Sasha smiled approvingly and faced me "the dance studio?"She asked hopefully.I nearly burst into laughter"ha,ha...no the fighting studio"She shivered and nodded.I opened the window and jumped out.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 13, 2016 ⏰

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