With Love, Violet

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FIRST CHAPTER OF With Love, Violet

ayeee little disclaimer 

this is our first original story written together (Paige and Ananda) keep in mind we are both teenage girls so the realism of this story may be off occasionally though we tried to make it realistic however, we both worked really hard on the idea i.e. its already completed but we need to rewrite all the chapters back on here. There may be some grammatical error or spelling errors however we tried to make them less frequent because we read over our rough drafts several times. anyway here's the intro and chapter 1 to the original story.

Love Always, Paige and Ananda.

Intro:

This story is revolved around a teenage girl named Violet Marie Jenn. After her Dad gets offered a new job in Manhattan, New York she is forced to leave everything shes ever known. Not that she's ever known much, All she knows is having two friends and coming home doing homework, and being indivisible too almost everyone and occasionally getting bullied or harassed but not very often because Violet can definitely defend herself especially when no one else will. Manhattan is so different then her small town in California, And at first, No one even realizes shes there. Until she met Josh. Josh Aspen. He makes Violet feel important. Hes one of the most popular guys in school. Hes a player too, uses girls then treats them like trash afterwords. However, Violet sees something different. A spark, almost, something that tells her he's much more than what everyone says he is.

Chapter 1:

I keep having to calm myself. Saying "Its just school" over and over, But its not just school its a place where you are forced against your will to be judged by people who know nothing about you. More questions fill my mind as i lay in bed at 6:00 in the morning staring at my ceiling listing to the busy street noise of Manhattan. "Where am i going to sit?" i think "What if people think I'm shy?"

I really wasn't, well not if i was comfortable around you. Never mind, Yeah that's shy. More fearful thoughts spread my mind. "What if i do something embarrassing?" "What if people take advantage of me?". Now I'm stressing out. Hard. I look back at my clock to see i have one hour to get dressed and ready.

Its the middle of the year but i still want to wear something nice because its the first day for me. I grab a pair of light-wash shorts with lace on the pockets and a plain white v-neck with some neon bracelets. Not the nicest thing i could wear but I'm to lazy to wear a dress or anything so casual it is. I grab my dark brown hair and pull it into a high ponytail.

I have no clue how to use makeup. I only have mascara so that's all i put on. I feel like i need more though i had several pimples on face so that really wasn't helping my whole "cute" factor. Whatever i don't care what people think about me. Or at least ill pretend I don't care what people think. I go downstairs and am greeted by my Mom and Dad. I have 25 minutes till school starts so i grab an apple and I'm out of there.

I waited at the bus stop with a couple of other kids that looked younger than me. Freshman? Maybe. I watch as a girl that looks my age walks to the bus stop and sits by me. "You new?" she says chewing what looked like mint gum then blowing and bubble and popping it afterwords. "Yeah." i say back. Then she turns to me. Shes pretty i must admit, she looked how i wanted to look everyday. Long blonde hair, Green eyes, and pink braces, though they fit her, my blue braces were so ugly on me, she was also thin,tall,and tan. I was not thin but not fat (chubby?) i don't know,short, and pale. "I'm Annabelle, Annabelle Redde." she says with a big smile. Yes i think to myself, a friend. "I'm Violet, Violet Jenn" I say back she smiles again and says "Violet I think were going to be good friends." 

Then the bus pulled up as we got on I saw a boy, not just any boy, a cute boy.

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**End of chapter 1**

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-paige and ananda

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