Pov:
I put my hands on my face because I felt alone with no one and nothing. Ray was no longer there but no one really comforted me while I was going through this. I just wanted to be alone where the light didn't bother me like my family would.
Knock at (my door):
"India?!" My dad called for the fourth time. I was on instagram so I screamed "Busy." He slid my breakfast under the door with a note that said "meet me outside five sharp." I rolled my eyes and ate thinking of that zonnique. " please like much" I was pissed and tried to come down as the tears ran down on my perfectly cat eyed mascara. the only words that were in my head was please what if I stuck my middle finger somewhere she didn't like. I sat on the floor eating with my mouth gagging.
downstairs:
"I'm worried about India it's like ray is her life and to walk into a mall and see a boy you loved since forever holding hands with your old enemy.. is enough." Bree said taking a sip of orange juice. "I know but she---" I came down like a burrito of sadness with my socks and sweats on."hey cupcake" she hugged me only because she knew I really needed it.
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India love
RomanceI wrote this story like a year ago excuse this crappy story there more in the making... My name Is India love westbrooks I am american but mixed with spanish, Asian and Creole. I am the youngest of my sisters but that just means all the attention. ...
