Hi, I am lola huntington-hewwit. In this first chapter until the end, I will be sharing my daily happenings that has occured in my so called journey of life.
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"will you still love me, when I'm no longer young and beautiful? will you still love me when I got nothing but, my aching soul?" The phrases of the song from Lana del Rey's young and beautiful made me lss. (last song syndrome). As i drove my way to school, this song rearly pops out of my head in the middle of the class while I'm blanked and bored. As soon as I arrived at schol, I parked my car and walked trhough the hall with my bag and as well as other people too. It's typically Monday, ugh mondays! how I wish you were fun, I just had to put my things inside the locker when suddenly a familiar voice came from behind saying "hey, join us tonight?" jeez, stop freaking me out jasmin! well, technically Jasmin is my bestfriend. we insult each other but end up bursting our laughs on what came to our minds to say that to each other, we share a lot of things, secrets, foods, and even clothes! yeah, just beep me and i'll be there. oh, Lola the adventurous, always on the mood to go.
classes just had started.
while class was starting and mrs. molly was discussing, my phone instantly beeped and it wont be a surprise because it was from jasmin. to my crib later with cloe, ania, barbara and dianne.
okay. what we doin'?
sleepover,
don't go home to pick your clothes. i'll just lend you mine, otherwise you cant go with us because your stupid step mom wont let you.
yeah, glad you know. thanks x
she knows about leonora, my monster step mom. when my mom died when I was 12, my dad didn't even waited for a year before she found a replacement. of all responsible women, why'd he pick her? stupid dad. leonora was only good to me when my dad is home, but oftentimes he's away because of bussines trips in europe.
She wouldn't let me in, in our own home because I'm just late, Good god! why'd you give me a monster mom! I wish you were the one who was diagnosed with cancer and not my mom! you stupid monster! i said crying outside the door but to my surprise my dad opened the door for me, what's wrong my princess? who's butt am i going to kick? before i could say a word, he comfortly answered me, leonora and i jus got a separation paper after i knew that she's abusing you, that bitch should ne burned for hurting my princess, my precious one. who told you about that dad? i asked faintly .
from our neighbor, the smith family, it was greg who told me everything, because they've been hearing the two of you yelling your lungs out and wishing at each other that you're dead.
oh, it's greg. I should pass by their house later to thank him for eliminating the pests in our house.
Greg, gregory smith. My childhood neighbor and my secret crush. His family was well-respected not to mention their lastname, but his parents both works on new york times as couple anchors. they often show up on Tv, bringing all over new york the news of what's happening.
greg is handsome, goddamn handsome! I just found myself last night drooling at him while he was playing a guitar on the opposite window. were playmates and childhood friends. Of course he wouldn't suspect me that i like him. She even has a crush, Celeste. The school bitch. who sleeps with every other guy in the baseball team, who has a monthsary every number of the month and as easy to get as a penny on every man's pants. "God, greg, why'd you have to beg for her attention when she even begs for it from other people, especially boys. it should be me the one that you were fantasizing"
