I like the scent of chocolate but I hate eating it. People like to exaggerate about chocolate, talking about how chocolate is their life and whatnot but I'd never gotten the idea.
I am saying this right now because I am sitting in front of my very clumsy friends who are eating chocolate bars and some more. I prefer coffee. Honestly speaking, they eat anything that has to do with chocolate. One of them, Aliyah, even ate rice with chocolate because apparently, it melted and it was reasonable enough to eat it with rice.
"Would you like some?" Safiya asked, offering me her Snickers bar. I shook my head lightly and took a sip of my cup.
"You're insane for not liking the best thing in the world, chocolate." Marina commented as she stared at her phone while licking her chocolate-flavored ice cream.
I chuckle silently at the sight of chocolate on her cheek, "and you're very clumsy." I say as I wipe it away with a tissue.
They all stare at me in unison and I look at them, rather confused.
"Seriously, how old are you?" One of them ask as they mind their business again. I sigh at the question she just asked and was about to answer but I kept quiet.
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I opened the front door and entered, took off my white, dirty ballerina shoes. I walked into the kitchen and placed the vanilla, gluten free cake I had bought for my mother in the fridge.
"Hello, dear. I did not see you there." My mother says as she walks into the kitchen, looking newly awake. She fixed her hair and nightgown although it was daytime, I'd say about 3:30PM.
"Good evening, mother. I was out with the girls and bought you the cake I had seen the other day, just the way you, uh, would like it." I tell her, smiling. She smiles back and nods as a sign of gratitude.
I look around for my father who should be home soon. I hear my mother's steps towards the bathroom and I walk upstairs to my room.
I open the door and as always, my room is looking clean. Realization hit me, as the thought of school starting in 2 days crossed my mind.
I was definitely ready, I have nothing to be scared of, as some of my friends are. They worry too much, leaving me confused.
But, hey. We all watch movies, and from the looks of it, high school is always the same, isn't it?
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Sorry, first chapter is kind of slow and boring, but I promise it'll get better! I am just thinking of what/how to write, lmao.
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Teen Fiction"Ow." I whisper as my head bumps into what feels like someone's chest, except it's extremely hard. I hold my coffee steadily, thanking God, I hadn't spilled it. "Watch yourself, bitch." Someone says out loud, and I try to remain calm. Not sure whom...
