I slammed the door as I was walking outside. A standard of anger rushed through me like a stampede of gazelles would be running from a lion. My dad a lion, and me, a gazelle. Luckily, I brought my phone so I can text my girlfriend. She's amazing. Her soft pink hair makes a rose seem out of season and as I run my fingers though it, it makes me wonder what I was doing petting a cat. And oh my God her fucking eyes, her beautiful, big Brown eyes are dark like her mind but when the sun shines on them IT turns into this beautiful golden ring around her pupil that makes my heart melt into soft gooey delight as I watch her laugh.
I talk to her on the phone while the tears stream down my face. I tell her about how my stupid fuck of a dad pushed me down the stairs last night and about how I'm going to the doctor today to get an x-ray on my hip to see if it's broken. She tells me every thing's going to be okay and we hang up.
"Three months. I'll give you three months," I mumbled the oath into the wind slowly blowing through the forest. "Three months is how much time you have to make this whole thing straighten up." I hope the universe listens, but if not, I'll tell off the universe in my own special way.
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March 6th
Teen FictionLeanah Willyemz, a sixteen year old tells how she prepares for the biggest dedication of her life. Go or no go? Deal or no deal?
