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This isn't your 'Normal Love story'. No, Not At All.
It's a story of two individuals, belonging to SO differen...
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Hellaaaw! 😁❤️
Is someone back? With a new chapter? 😮
I can't believe I had such a ridiculously ridiculous writer's block! 😥
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NOVEMBER 17, 1988 (Los Olivos, USA)
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Giving the last stroke of my brush against the now completed surface of my canvas, I nodded in contentment. I sighed heavily as a very slight frown decorated my forehead as I let my eyes inspect the painting that I was finally happy with.
Grabbing the cloth from the nearby table, I wiped away the paint from my hands as my eyes shifted to look at the clock.
12:10 pm
A small smile touched my lips as I sighed in relief. I was still having around forty five minutes to go to the institution and give my sample paintings to Mr. Scott.
I headed inside the bathroom and as usual my face was having various spots of paint, of various shapes at various areas.
I shook my head scolding myself mentally for doing that... again! Whenever I'm painting something, somehow I manage very well to paint my face as well.
I quickly washed my hands and face and reached our closet room and pulled on a simple outfit— a pair of jeans, baggy white shirt and white pumps. I allowed my dark brown hair to fall naturally over my shoulders and put on some light make up.
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[A/N: Okay but for some weird reason I love to describe and show the outfits. 😌] :
Michael was at his rehearsals and ofcourse Bill was there too with him. So that left me without Bill which meant a bit of trouble. There were several more chauffeurs here at Neverland but Bill was just... Bill. With Bill nothing goes wrong. Nevertheless, with the help of a few staff members from house, who were carrying the sample paintings— as I was in LA, I wanted to give them personally to Mr. Scott— I was on my way to my car because I preferred driving myself if there's no Bill.
