C O M P L E T E D
"Keep that pretty little head of yours in a book and you're gonna miss out on life.."
"What's life? The greasers and the socs constantly fighting? No thank you.. I'll stick to my book."
Greasers; they are the lower class.. yet toug...
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Liv
I peacefully slept in my pink silk sheets, with my head laid softly on my pillow, dreaming about whatever my mind conjured up. My ear drums bursted when my idiot monkeys screamed, "Happy birthday baby sister!"
I jumped out of my bed taking my sheet with me, not forgetting to bang my head on my dresser on the way down.
I glared at them as they stood laughing above me, throwing confetti over my head. Gotta love them right? I giggled standing up rubbing the back of my head, launching myself into their arms, and hugging them tightly.
"Thanks guys." I whispered smiling softly loving that they make me feel so special every birthday. I've never had a birthday party, because party means friends, and I lack in that area. Movie night with Lee and the monkeys it is!
I pulled away and just as I was about to walk to the door, to eat my birthday breakfast that I know for a fact they cooked me; like every year, everything faded away. What the fudge?
I dropped to the floor and everything went dark..
I slowly opened my eyes feeling dazed completely. I looked around expecting to see my fuzzy white carpet, but instead, harsh white sheets, and a dull bedroom.
My heart dropped to my stomach as I sunk into the hard pillow. No birthday wake up. No birthday breakfast. No brothers.. no twins.
I sighed glancing around the room as my eyes stopped on my wedding dress. Eighteen and I'm getting married. Married.. I'd rather kill myself then ever say vows to that monster.
I will admit though.. the dress is gorgeous.
Stefan let me pick it out. Surprising I know, he was too busy flirting with the consultant. Not that I care, I dream that he finds someone prettier then me so we can get a divorce.
February 14th.. thanks mom and dad.
Valentine's Day.. are you kidding me? Out of all days, the day of love is my birthday? Come on.
I should be with Ethan. I should be in bed all day, watching movies, eating Cheetos and chocolate, and getting kisses and cuddles from the love of my life.
Maybe if I just say I have the flu Stefan won't want to kiss me, and we can't get married.. think he would buy it?
Suddenly there was a soft knock at my door and it slowly opened to reveal my mother; or as Nick has come to call her, birth giver.
She smiled genuinely, closing the door and sitting on the end of my bed. I sat up in the bed hearing the crinkle of the uncomfortable sheets braking the awkward silence in the room.
"Hi sweetheart." She whispered as I watched water build up in her eyes. Why the fudge is she crying? I'm the one being forced to get married to a man I don't even know, to a man I don't even love.
