I woke up and looked at the clock. It was six on the dot. I Jumped out of bed and hopped in the shower. My stomach was growling. I could feel that I was hungry, but I just pushed that feeling aside. I got out and stepped on the scale. I knew if I didn't look at it, I would cave in and eat. Seeing that number would get my through my day. I went over to my dresser and pulled out my dark blue skinny jeans, and a white tank top. I threw that on and then got my Superman sweatshirt and pulled it over. I have my black with blue lace vans on and I was almost ready to do my hair. I blow dried my hair and straightened it. Threw in my light blue cyrstal hoops, did my make-up and was ready with five minutes to spare. I sat on my bed organizing my papers for the day when my mom came in the room.
"Hi sweetie. You hungry, I made-"
"I'm fine mom." I rudly interrupted her.
"Well, I'm just telling you. Your father and I-" She started to stay when I stopped her again.
"PAUL'S NOT MY FATHER!" I screamed packing up my papers. My mom just stood still. I never meant
to yell at my mom. I loved her, but she always pushed my buttons.
"I'm sorry, your step-father and I have to go to a meeting at four. I'm going to need you to watch Aaron and Josh until we get back. I don't care if you have company over, but you need to be here. No acceptions."
"Fine, I need to go, I'll be late. Now get out of my room." I said walking out. I walked past my brothers play fighting with each other and smiled. I loved those boys more than anything.
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Secrets Told
Short Story"My diary, that held all of my deepest, darkest secrets, is gone..." How would you feel if your diary was stolen and suddenly all of the pages were being posted all around your school. Sharing your deepest darkest secrets with everyone you knew. Thi...
