Done . ↠ A Magcon Fanfiction (UNFINISHED. NOT CONTINUING.)

Chapter 15

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Heyy , oh GAWD . Before all of you come at me with your pitch forks and torches, I have an excuse. Ya see, I knew what I wanted to happen I just didn't really know how to write it but I figured it out. This is the last chapter before she chooses ! And after that its going to be a lot of filler chapters before shit spices up , in those chapters, some new characters will come in so be prepared.

Also I have a few of the outfits that Annaliese has worn throughout the book and more that she will wear soon on Polyvore and even a visual of her room which I will describe more later. So follow meh on Polyvore <3

My Polyvore account : http://kayy-arties.polyvore.com

Links to outfits she's already worn :

Chapter 2 : Annaliese's Outfit ~ http://www.polyvore.com/raging_red/set?id=118526718

Chapter 13 : Annaliese's Outfit ~ http://www.polyvore.com/those_bum_days/set?id=121825100 ; minus the uggs

Chapter 15 : Annaliese's Outfit ~ http://www.polyvore.com/forever_wild_spirited/set?id=118792148

Annaliese's Room ~ http://www.polyvore.com/annalieses_room/set?id=130203119

Follow me on twitta : @TalkGilinskyToMe

Okay , I'm done . Enjoy <3 Like , Comment and Vote .

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Monday morning. Everyone's least favoirte day of the week when we're all dreading school but I am in a semi-good mood because of the great weekend I had. It was the best I've had in years. Hanging out with 2 great guys as my feeling for each of them sky-rocketed.

I get out of bed and hop in the shower, replaying my weekend numerous times in my head.

I'm a litttle upset that Cameron didn't even try to hang out with me because I do need to spend time with all of them before I choose, but I understand him probably having other plans. And maybe he's planning on it today....

After showering, I get dressed in blue shorts and a white flowy, shirt with "Wild Spirit" printed on the front as well as some simple navy blue Keds. I spray my hair with some 'Not Your Mother's' Beach Texurizing Spray, combing through it with my my fingers and scrunching it a bit.

I apply my usual small amount of makeup with the addition of a new bright-pink cream blush to give my cheeks a nice, natrual glow.

I then throw on some silver bengals to cover my fading scars. I've been clean for a week now, which is the longest I've been in 5 years.

I stroll down stairs, still a bit drowsy from my unexpected late night texting with Matt. I never knew he was so funny. We talked about any and everything, the smile never leaving my lips and the giggles constantly escaping my lips.

I have some oatmeal and orange juice, eating at the kitchen island with Netflix playing on my phone.

I soon here Kristen coming down. She comes into vision, looking like a fucking monster. She stomps into the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar and storming back upstairs, without a single greeting. She's not really a morning person, and is obviously making a point of it today.

"Good morning to you, bitch," I mutter under my breath, sarcastically as I finished my breakfast, and placing the dirty dishes in sink to be clean later.