He quickly stood up, disbelief written on his face.
"Angel, I-" He didn't get to finish because I quickly threw my hands around his torso and hugged him.
The side of my head rested just a little under his chest and I could clearly hear his erratic...
Okay...okay...You have every right to hate me. I am super incredibly sorry that I'm posting just this one chapter and not two like I promised.
Some not easy stuff has been happening in my life recently and I just didn't have the time to write another chapter. But I promise that when I figure everything out, I'll publish the next chapter! Again, I am sorry.
I hope you'll enjoy this one! I love you!
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Can I just stay in bed?
I really don't want to go to school and face him.
Why me, though? What did I do to deserve this, huh? God is probably playing one big joke on me.
My clock says that it's 6:55AM. I sigh. I should probably get up.
I can't wait for this day to be over already.
I threw my hair in a bun and go take quick warm shower. After brushing my teeth, I notice something.
My ring... My ring is missing. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.
I run into my room to look for it. I never take it off. Where is it?
My grandma gave me the ring almost 10 years ago...A purity ring. Purity rings are supposed to represent your purity. Meaning, I should wear it until marriage. Why until marriage? Well, Grams believed that you should experience your firsts with a person you truly love. She also believed that it represents self-worth and that there is more to a relationship than sex. And I just think the concept is beautiful. I wear the ring to honor her memory and to preserve her beliefs.
I think it's pretty romantic to wait for your true love, you know?
Unfortunately, Grams died 2 years ago and I still miss her more than anything. That ring means the world to me.
When I can't find it anywhere, I decide to look under my bed. That's my last chance. I cross my fingers and slowly bend down to look under it.
No luck. My only physical memory I had of my Grams is gone. For good probably.
Now I want to cry. Great start of the day, Bella.
I sigh. When I come back from school I'll search through the whole house, now I'm already running late.
Frustrated, I look at my clock. 7:30AM. Amazing. No breakfast for me today.
I go to my closet to pick an outfit.
Not even in the mood to pick something nice, I simply throw on a sweatshirt and black jeans. Then I put on white sneakers and don't even bother to look at myself in the mirror.
