Well, I'm new to this whole "Wattpad" thing, but I guess I'll try and write a story about everything going on in my head. Excuse my grammar or spelling if I make accidents. Constructive Criticism is welcome. Comment or maybe even "vote" if you like it? Keep the language pg(meaning no curse words). Thanks and Gracias, Samantha.
p.s. Not to come across rude or anything but if you don't like my style of writing that's on you. I have to like the way I write before other people do. Right?
p.p.s. I'm not sure how to categorize it so i'm going with teen-fiction, cause i know it is, and other because it's a mix of many things... but i also don't know what rating it is i'd say G, but it's a highschool story so it could get crazy, so i guess to pg to be safe? Three cheers for run on sentences without structure or much gramatical setup.
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Qwaiya* stared in the mirror, fiddling with her freshly ironed aquamarine shirt, squirming in her new boot cut jeans. "Am I really pretty?" She asked herself when she heard a knock on the door and her brother Ahkrahmet or as she called him Asha***, yelled for her to come downstairs because Timori** was outside waiting for her. She glanced one more time at herself in the reflective glass she had come to sometimes loathe. "Guess I'm ready," she thought. She reached down to pick up her backpack allowing for her long, wavy, midnight black hair to pool around her shoulders. She slipped on her favorite pair of sparkly Chucks, they were red and reminded her of Dorothy's ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz.
She opened her door to see a smirking Timori leaning on her door frame with a mischevious twinkle in his eye. She rolled her eyes and said "I'm a girl silly, and it's the first day of highschool and I'm a new kid in the district. I should at least try to look a little good." He just lauged and said "Come on, we're going to be late," she thought he had said something else but it was inaudible. She followed him down the stairs of her new house. Her house was a simple almost ranch styled house with , three bedrooms, two bathrooms, one powder room, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, and a basement with a laundry room. She liked her new home, it was three door's down from Timori's house, a childhood friend -of hers.
Qwaiya peered at Timori out of the side of her eyes as they started walking down their street towards the local public highschool Tyler Edward Harvey Highschool (TEHHS)****. He had grown up over the years since she had last seen him. Far from the awkward lanky boy he had once been as a child. He was still tall, maybe 6 ft 2 in, but it suited him better now, with broad shoulders and semi-defined arms. He had a masculine jaw line, what almost appeared to be a six pack, and green eyes the color of fresh spring grass. While she was observing him he took the oppurtunity to laugh at a worm rolling around in the middle of the sidewalk, silly boys. Except his smile wasn't silly, it was dazzling with his perfect white teeth. This time he noticed her, as she was staring now and said "What are you looking at, stupid.", and proceeded to stick his tounge out. She laughed and said "I'm looking at your ugly face, dum dum." After this statement she just smiled, she hadn't laughed and played like this with someone for a long time. As they reached the stop sign two blocks from TEHHS, she could make out the outline of the school. At which point Timori started rambling in her ears about rules at the school, the social groups, teachers, who to avoid who to talk to, and where to meet him after school. When suddenly he stopped she stopped also waiting for something to happen when suddenly he asked her the strangest question.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have some of sidenotes:
*Qwaiya- pronounced like the qui in quiet but with an a at the end.
**Timori- pronounced Tea-more-e
***Asha-It means big brother in whatever language I pretend it does. Lol.
*****Pronounced tez like pez but witha a t.
