~A/N: Hey everyone! :D Here is my first chapter and I hope you enjoy(:
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Your eyes like a shot of whiskey
Warms me up like a summer night
Can you tell that I need you with me?
Let me drink you down tonight
No, I don't just want any pretty face
Wanna wake up next to yours each day
And baby, won't you be my saving grace tonight, tonight
(Intoxicated - The Cab)
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Chapter 1~Slight Antics & Surprising Announcements~
~Flashback~
6:10 PM.
"Dani?"
Hearing a soft voice whisper my name, I glance back to meet a pair of light, golden brown eyes. There my mother appeared, head poking into my bedroom door like some nosy intruder.
"Yes, mom?"
I raise my eyebrows curiously, also indicating that I am obviously preoccupied with homework at the moment.
"I'm sorry, honey. Are you busy?"
She asked, eyes wandering apologetically over the many textbooks I had, scattered atop my desk.
One of the things I admire most about my mom is that we can read each other like an open book. She's who I'd like to call the closest person in my life...besides Katelyn of course.
And who's Katelyn, you may ask?
Well, Katelyn is and always has been my very best friend till this day. We've practically known each other since she the day she flew out of her mother's womb almost a month after I was born.
Not meant to take literally.
"I'm just studying for final exams coming up." I shrug, exhaling.
I then propped my glasses up a bit to the bridge of my nose with my finger tip before making eye contact with her to show that she had my full, undivided attention.
Having the ability to not see afar is such a gift, I tell ya. Thanks to many unsocial nights spent kept under my cozy comforter in the pitch blackness of my room and my beloved company Netflix which almost always sets ablaze my bright laptop screen, well let's just say that I am totally living the life.
Sarcasm intended.
Ever experienced those particular moments where you come across an interesting scene and for some reason you just feel the sudden urge to pull your face up close because you're just too into whatever's playing to stop?
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Teen FictionMeet Dani...Dani Marella. Your down-to-earth 17 year-old chick who rolls sass, sarcasm, and stubbornness into one. People believe her face to be one found on a magazine cover or someone fresh off the runway. Angelic on the outside, strong on the ins...
