Exclusively Mine

C H A P T E R S I X T E E N

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Roselia Felicity

SURPRISE SURPRISE! Did you get surprised? Oh hell yeah I know you did. After all, everyone loves me. *insert winky face* Even the author loves me. Right?

Oh yeah, of course I do. *rolls eyes* Please don't mind her readers. She just likes to get very confident with herself.

You do know that I am here right? Physically and mentally here.

Yeah I know, I intended to do that.

What a mean author. READERS ATTENTION! DON'T VOTE FOR HER STORY. I REPEAT DO NOT- No I'm just joking, why so serious. Please do vote for her story and don't forget to follow her to be updated.

BUT anyways, enough with the advertising. *cough cough* So currently, I'm at the mall right now with Crys. Exciting I know. No I was just being sarcastic. Not at all exciting. But it will definitely be when she gets that makeover done.

You see the stores inside the mall? No of course you can't. I didn't even let you visualize. But who cares. Just imagine it.

The people working here are very fond of me. Which means, I know them personally. Especially the owner of this hair salon where Crys will be started off.

The owner's name is.....

I don't know too. I was just kidding about knowing everyone here. *laugh laugh* Laugh readers L.A.U.G.H. Don't leave me hanging.

But anyways, based from my observations, gay people that are workin at salons are best at doing other people's hair. Not to be sexist but it's true. Sexist but true.

A blond-haired gay came up to be or should I say volunteered to to do the changes of Crys' hair. I had no idea what he would do to her but something is telling me that it'll be fantastic.

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I'm tired of waiting! I wait too much and in the end. They'll just leave like how he did. *sad sad*

Okay, I'll stop being dramatic. How about, I go somewhere to eat ehy? Good idea? Yep, you're right. It's a better idea

3 hours later...

Checking the time using the wrist watch my mother bought for me. It read exactly 2:00 in the afternoon. God! This takes too long. We were here at 1:50. How can it be that long?

Yeah I know I was exaggerating since it has only been 10 minutes but fuck man, it's taking too long.

Anyways, I'll just have a story telling between you and I. When I was at high school, everyone thought of me as a bitch. Not because of my atitude, but because of my physical appearance. You see, I was the head cheerleader back in my days. And the students had the sudden idea that I was a bad and a slutty person. But you know what, I just give them a chuckle and say 'You read too many cliche novels'.

I didn't choose to be a cheerleader just because of popularity and the idea of being worshipped. I chose cheerleading because of my dream to be one. My mom was a cheerleader back then too. In our old house, I used to see a lot of awards and medals hanging on the wall. Mom joined a lot of activities where she can perform a lot of curricular activities. She would even join contests! It doesn't matter if she won first place or  second place. It matters to her that she'll have a lot of fun. I admired and loved my mom with all my heart. One good reason I joined cheerleading, was the warmth I received when I felt the pride and happiness my mom gave me. So boys, I'm pretty flexible. *wink wink*