Chapter 3! Woo! Man I love this story, it just comes to me so easily that I can write these chapters a lot faster than any of the other stories... Haha hope you don't mind :-)
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I'm woken early by my mother's happy chirpy voice, "Honey, it's time to get up." I can't really blame her, I mean, my family is moving to a perfect house with upper societies and for the first time in forever they won't have to worry about money. I'd be happy too, if it was anybody but Henry I'd be forced into marriage with.
"Alright, gimmie like 10," I reply groggily. I lay there with my eyes half-open under my warm covers when I notice that there is practically nothing let in the room. I then decide to investigate my small room, still painted light purple from the previous owners.
"Mom?" I call in confusion.
"Yeah?"
"What am I supposed to wear?" I call noticing that my whole wardrobe is completely gone.
"Check your closet! Henry left you something," she says. I can almost hear the smile in her voice and it kind of annoys me, considering the events of last night.
I walk slowly to my closet, open it, and see a beautiful sparkly dress. Sitting there as if it had lived there it's whole life. I take it off the hook carefully and hold it up to my body and walk to the bathroom, and I gasp, almost crying.
The dress is a very light pink that hangs just a little past the knees. Delicate beading along the top makes me shudder. I quickly undress and slip into the silky dress. I gasp again. It fits me almost perfectly.
I rush down the stairs and run into my dad who must have been coming up to get the rest of my stuff and he gasps, "Oh baby, oh my god, you're beautiful," I can almost see the tears forming in his big blue eyes that look nothing like mine. He then leans down next to me and whispers in my ears, "you should go show Michael, take your camera."
I smile and run down the rest of the stairs. I grab my jacket, still on the hook and slide into my boots that I had worn yesterday, still damp from the rain. I run to the kitchen to grab my camera, which we keep in the drawer left of the stove. My mother sees me and gasps.
"Oh my god, Lee, you look beautiful!" She grabs me before I can wriggle out of her grasp.
"Yeah, thank you," I say pushing her away, "I have to go find Michael before," I say again smiling.
"Oh," she laughs, smiling, "alright, but don't be long okay?"
"Thanks Mom!" I yell as I dart out the door.
It takes me less then 30 seconds to reach the house that is just as in bad shape as mine is. I walk straight up and through the front door, not even bothering to knock, knowing that they are all probably still asleep. I close it quietly and walk up the stairs without making as much noise as possible. When I reach Michael's door I burst right in.
He looks so much younger in sleep, no creases in his face, his eyelashes latched together. Since he's always been such a heavy sleeper I know that if I try to shake him awake he won't be waking up so I walk to his bathroom, grab the cup he leaves in there and fill it with water. I walk back to his bed and, without hesitation, dump the cold liquid over his head.
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Spiders
أدب المراهقينLee's life is... complicated. She is forced into marriage by her dirt-poor parents to one of the wealthiest families in the U.S. She's forced to leave her childhood best friend Michael, the only person she trusts outside her family. To be married to...
