" Miranda! You are going to counseling no matter what." Mom exclaimed.
"No!," I shouted, " I didn't ask for this, I don't want to go. Just LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Silence.
And the sound of my mothers sobs.
And an hour later, a nock on my door.
Not Peters continuous pound. Not my moms short rap, and dad would never nock, just walk in like he owned the place.
I make a grunting noise and the door opens a crack. A pale hand is wrapped loosely around the doorframe, long fingers slender and foreign to my room. A head cautiously peeks in and snaps back when my pillow hits where it was a second ago.
"Go away! I never said you could come in!" I scream, grabbing my other pillow.
But he stepped in, tall and lean, his face chiseled like a Greek god. His eyes a soft grayish blue with a quiet power in them. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
A/N: I'm going to ask for at least two votes or four comments before I start writing the rest of this thingy. Thanks to all of you guys who stuck with me until now :)
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That Girl
Teen FictionMiranda Greene used to be that girl. The girl with the perfect looks, perfect life, perfect everything. But when her health drops and her looks and friends drop as well, she finds herself doubting her past and wondering, what happened to that girl?
