Untouchable

Chapter 14 - There Is Nothing More You Can Do

Author's Note:

           Hello people. Yes, I know I disappeared for a month, or was that two months? I've been really busy with work and studies. And there's this upcoming exam that I'll have to take and omg it's stressing me! 

  

            But enough about me. How have you been?

           Oh and those quotes I'm currently quoting are stuff I found on the internet and they made me smile. Hopefully, they'll make you smile too. XD

*sticks a note on your screen*

           Ily <3

           -Monique xo

*end of note*

P.S. And by the way, I still cannot upload from my laptop. Idek what the problem is. -__-

  

  

  

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Chapter 14 – There Is Nothing More You Can Do

  

  

           "I think everybody's weird. We should all celebrate our individuality and not be embarrassed or ashamed of it."

           -Johnny Depp

  

            

  

           I was currently locked in safety of my room.

           No. I'm not hiding. I'm just...I guess I'm just taking the time for myself to get ready, to prepare for whatever the hell will probably happen, because something always does. And I'm not even going to try and pretend that it's all okay, because I know that it isn't. And it probably never will be.

           Stuff like this isn't really easy for me, you know. It's not like I'm a social butterfly who is used to talking to more than three people in a day. Because seriously, that is my average. Just three people in a day; my Mum, Kylie, and Angelica.

           I flopped down onto my bed and kicked my shoes off whilst I played with a strand of my hair, twirling it three times, then tugging it. I sighed and brought my other hand up to rub my face tiredly. My mind wandered and started conjuring reasons as to why it would be reasonable to skip this shenanigan. 

           I couldn't even recall the last time I joined guests for dinner. Maybe months ago? A year? A fleeting memory nagged me at the back of my mind, but I couldn't fully remember it right now. Or maybe I just didn't want to remember it. I sighed again, rolled off the bed, and got up. I slouched my way to the bathroom, kicking my beanbag chair to the side as I did so. I might as well do this, I never liked disappointing my mother or my sisters.

           In the bathroom, I hurriedly showered, then I made and effort to at least make my unruly curls look a teeny, tiny bit presentable and behaved. Fifteen minutes was probably wasted before my stubborn self realized how pathetically useless my efforts were in running my fingers through my curls.