Catastrophe. She heard the ring to it. The destructive and enthralling ring this name had. She tilted her head up as she still played with the ribbon of her gown. Her boyfriend was sound asleep with his chiseled jaw slightly open and resting on his old sports sweater , as was her child, Catastrophe, a sheer beauty in anyone's eyes. lips as red as cherries and cheeks as soft as a cloud. The nurses outside were still buzzing, she heard the agonizing cries of women in labor. She could not believe that she had been one of those women just hours ago. She thought about those women, sent them messages from her mind she'd know they'd never receive. Her face will look just like his, her cries will sound like yours and she will bear the utmost importance in your life, she will be yours to hold in just moments, so cry, you will cry together. Pink scrubs raced past her room and the two loves of her lives remained sound asleep in all the calamity. She had hoped they would remain calm during the cries entangled with the raging storm outside. She knew Catastrophe would. She was born to be the calm in the storm.
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Catastrophe
Teen FictionCatastrophe Dunn has gone her whole life hating her name. She wonders more about her name most of the time than her biological parents. So, one afternoon while Catastrophe and her just as odd best friend, Ion Smeath are spending another lowly aftern...
