My mind is totally blank.
I have no idea what to blog about! This never happens! I can't go to bed, either. It's 1 AM and that's when all the good stuff happens on my accounts. I need to change my About page though... It says I'm Hazel, 15 and in a relationship.
I snort.
That was me when I lived with my mom and dad.
But things have changed since then. I sigh and start to edit my About page.
'Hey all! I'm Hazel, and this is hazelrants.com. I'm 16, single, and addicted to music and social media. I blog, I'm on tumblr, instagram, weheartit, Pinterest, even 8tracks! All usernames are hazel's_crazy_mind :)'
That's as good as it will get. I push my chair back, wincing at the pain in my wrist. I'm glad I'm not with my parents, but it's weird being here. But I guess everyone has changes in life.
{*#*}
"Hazel, please come eat breakfast, we need to talk!" Mrs. Williams calls up to me.
"What the fuck do we have to talk about?" I mumble, snuggling deeper into my covers. I roll over, forgetting that my entire right side is bruised. I brush tears from my eyes and figure if I'm already crying, I might as well get up. I walk downstairs silently, before remembering I don't need to- I don't live with them anymore. I sit at the breakfast table.
"Good morning Hazel. I made waffles, would you like any?"
I roll my eyes again. I'm in for a long day.
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The Better Program
RomanceHazel is 16, single, and addicted to music and social media. At least, that's what her About page of her blog says. But Hazel is also something else- the reason her foster father was murdered. When she gets a...
