Before you read this chapter you must know that I don't mean any offense to gothic people. In fact I love their style. So just go along with the story. Got it? Good.
When I opened the door to Brooklyn's room, I found a red-faced, glaring, 16 year old. I cringed back just a little bit in fear. I knew it was Brooklyn, but right now, she didn't look like the Brooklyn I knew. Maybe a group of goths knew her, but not me. Exept I never had seen an angry goth in my life, this had been all new to me.
She had her beautiful, long, blonde hair, dyed red and she wore a black shirt with the bottom edges cut verticaly. Not to mention the new cut-up jeans she was wearing as shorts and the boots that had buckles. Black, obviously. But she got lip piercings. One of my best friends got lip piercings out of all the kind that she could have gotten. It didn't even seem like something she would do. But not only did she get that, she was wearing a choker and a pendant necklace at the same time. I, in a way, loved the look but I didn't think she would go this far with the one day I didn't call her.
"Don't you have something to say to me?" She asked coldly once her chilly pepper, burning face chilled to an icy cold that looked ghostly to the naked eye.
"Well, you see, I went to the beach with my family yesterday, and I spent almost the whole day there. So I, sort of, didn't have time to call you," I never thought she'd fall for it. Of course I had the evening and night to call her. But I remember our deal.
If one of you forget to call or text me for one day, the goth chick will appear.
She was so not kidding.
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When I Met You In The Summer
Teen FictionThe name's Kelsey Morgan and this is my tragic love story. I laugh because now you have to read to really learn about this story. Please don't take any of my original ideas, because they take some work to make. Thanks!
