Mark walked over to our bench and gently but forcefully pushed Devon over to the side. "Mark...please." I squeaked keeping my head down and avoiding eye contact with him.
"No." Was all he simply said before grabbing my waist and carrying me bridal style to the car. "Noooo let. Go. Of. Me!" I yelped while trying but not succeeding at escaping his strong grip.
"Devon please!" I screamed in tears. Devon tried running after but Mark ran faster and before I knew it we were at my house in the living room level with me laid out on the couch in tears and Mark pacing around like some idiot.
"Get...out." I finally manged to say between sniffles. "Scar...Scarlet, I'm so-." He tried but I stopped him. "Just leave okay, you've already cussed AT me, slapped me dragged me away from someone I haven't seen in years, well actually you dragged me away against my own will. And I think you can go to jail for that. So leave before I actually call the cops." I breathed out angrily. "Fine." He said ever-so-rudely and stroked away like a toddler.
I made sure he closed the door before I screamed the loudest scream I could muster and threw the closest object to me, a glass lamp, at the door. "I...hate...you!" I yelled and broke into tears again.
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I poured the macaroni noodles into the boiling water and looked at the recipe book again. "One half cup of margarine." I read out loud. "Goodness gracious! This macaroni recipe is certainly Paula Deen Style!" I said to myself chuckling.
After I had put the macaroni in the oven to cook I went to the elevator to change into my pajamas. I pressed the level 6 button. And waited for the elevator to take me to my room.
Bing! I walked out of the elevator and into my closet. "Hmmm, pajamas..."I said to myself. "Ah! Here they are." I said as I approached the pajama section of my closet. I picked out a pastel blue tank top and light teal striped pants.
I went to the bathroom and brushed out my hair and tied it into a messy bun. I removed all my makeup and cleaned my face. I looked into my reflection, golden blonde hair, pale skin, icy blue eyes, and pale pink lips. Same old same old, nothing special. No wonder Mark doesn't like me anymore. I'm just like every other girl in this world...golden blonde hair and blue eyes, single, rich. Why can't he love me? What have I done wrong? What have I?
I sighed heavily and took the stairs back down to the kitchen to take my macaroni out of the oven. To my surprise mom was sitting at the kitchen table with a plate full of my macaroni.
"Hey mom! So you finally decided to come home?" I asked chuckling lightly while spooning some of my own macaroni onto a plate. She nodded lightly. I joined her at the table. "And you finally decided to go to school tomorrow? Tomorrow's Monday honey, it'll be your first day back and you'll do fine! Okay?" She asked.
"Uh, I guess, um okay." I finally decided. All my friends, well I miss them and I don't want to be failing school in my last month of life.
"Yah mom I'll go." I breathed out. "Okay honey be ready by 7:00!" She said chirpily. "But mom-." I pleaded. "Uh-uh no buts! Okay now go and get to bed so you can get some sleep!" She replied.
"Ugh..." I sighed while rinsing my plate off and trudging to the elevator.
School...
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Heyyy! Sorry this update is sooo late! Oops!
Anyhow omg SUMMER ASDFGHJKL!
Yuss! Hehe
Okay sorry but...OMG Mark tho...
He's got some issues, you'll find out next chapter what his so called 'issues' are and why they are caused!
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One Month
Teen FictionWhen 18 year old Scarlet Detwild gets diagnosed with fatalistic leukemia, she only has one month to live, she is determined to make her life count and to do all of the things she's ever wanted to do. But when her boyfriend insists that she's fine an...
