Fair Warning: This is my VERY FIRST Fanfiction ever! I hope you enjoy it! This is a gift from me to you, for being such an amazing friend, even though we have never met. :D
The story is based on a girl who has trouble figuring out the secrets of ho...
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After school we all went to Niki's house to gather a few of her favorite things. The boys decided to come along an give us a ride home from school. Once we made it to her street, the boys waited outside for us.
We walked through her front door; most of us went upstairs to her room and the rest, Rianne, Emily, Laila, and Kate stayed downstairs to look for anything convenient to what she would like to see. Alex, Ashley, Holly, Nathalie, and I walked into her room; I went into her closet to look for her favorite music box.
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******\-Alex's POV-/******
Ashley: "Eww fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick."
Alex: "Why?"
Ash: "How can anyone survive in a room with this much pink?"
A: "I like it, plus its just a room."
Ashley raised one of her eyebrows at my statement. "You barely have pink you're room?"
Nathalie: "Let it go."
Holly: "Ashley, if you're that bothered, you can just leave."
Ashley flipped Holly off and kept looking around the room. Nathalie looked under her bed, Holly looked on her shelves, and I looked in her drawers with Ashley. I found a drawer that had scratches and dark marks all over it. The white paint was chipped and badly stained with purple and red, like bruises; It looked like it had been beating up and been through hell. I tried to yank it open but it wouldn't budge; it seemed to be locked. My curiosity grew by the second, wondering what she could possibly be hiding in this drawer that she didn't want anyone but her to see. I examined all over the nightstand drawer, looking for anything that could give me a clue about what locked this drawer; whether it needed a key or it needed to be unlatched from the back. I discretely looked behind it trying not to call attention to myself, but found nothing. I felt drawn to this mysterious drawer, my mind wondering if it was enlightening or terrifying. What secrets could be inside? This drawer is like a riddle consuming me from the inside, mocking my intelligence, thinking it has won. That its complexity cannot be matched or figured out, but I'm reminded of what I came for once I hear Pixie's voice.
