(Present Day)
It was the first day of senior year at my high school and I was dreading it more than ever. People are normally a little upset about leaving high school because they'll miss everyone but for me I'm ecstatic to be leaving this hell hole. The problem is I have been bullied for the past 3 years following my fathers death, because they blame me for it. My father was a very respected man in my town because he was the Chief of the police department so that's probably why they always tell me it should of been me because I was unimportant, and I kind of agree with them.
I look in the mirror and shake my head at the brown curls that fall on my shoulders.
"Now, what am I going to do with this fiasco?"
I then decide to just tie it up so it's out of my face. I look through my wardrobe to see what to wear today, so I chose a causal white t-shirt, black leggings and white converse. I am greeted by and pleasant smell which I can only assume it is coming from the kitchen. Making my way downstairs i see my mother cooking pancakes and she waves to me.
"Hello sweetie, do you want some pancakes?"
"Okay"
My mother serves me up two pancakes and a glass of orange juice to wash it all down.
"Thanks"
"No problem sweetie"
I sit down with my mother as she stares at me whilst eating to make sure I eat every last bit of it. I know she is just protecting me from "it" happening again but I promised her it wouldn't. Basically right after my father died I wouldn't really eat anything and I developed an eating disorder but I managed to over come it within the second year of mourning my father, my mother still checks up on me.
Author note:
Hey guys I hope you enjoyed this chapter of "Definitely NOT a love story" I also want to give a shoutout to my best friend "annie_mae_xox" she's currently writing a story called "what I need to love you" you should check it out ❤️
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Definitely NOT A Love Story
RomantizmAll I can think about is that night, it keeps replaying over and over in my head. I know it was nearly 3 years ago but I still feel like I'm reason my father is dead...
