"I don't think you want your whole neighbourhood to see what is going inside the car." Ryan purrs in my ear.
His eyes glow with an evil glint that sends a shiver down my spine as he sneers, "Or do you?"
I panic and look at the source of my fear, whe...
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Emara Stone
The wind fiercely flows through my hair like showing its aggressive powers.
But to me, it felt like a lover's gentle kiss. I close my eyes and feel it tickle on my skin as I pretend to be in a Disney movie.
I unfold my arms and spread it out in the open, letting the wind untame my wings like it did to my braid.
Morning bike rides are the part of my college like that I don't hate. Because right now.. I feel free.
My hair floats like music cords in the air, playing along with the icy breeze, creating a song that-
*Screeeeech*
"FUCK!" I scream in pain as my nose collides with the back of a rock-hard helmet, sending jolts of aching sparks all over my face.
Ouch. Bitch. Ouch!
"What the hell was that?" Ethan barks as he yanks off his helmet and checks for any damage.
This son of a biscuit!
"My nose hit your stupid helmet when you pulled the brakes out of nowhere like a lunatic!" I yell, holding my poor nose.
"Well, that's what people do when they reach their destination." Ethan yaps as he hops out of the motorbike, almost hitting my face again.
This lil dick!
"At least give me a heads-up before attempting to smash my nose again." I snap at my idiot brother.
"Stop being so dramatic. With or without a nose, you still look gay to me." He comments after looking at my majestic face.
"We have the same features, silly ass." I scowl in return. Audacity of this bitch!
Ethan is just a minute older than me, but we are nowhere similar. He is like the descendent of Einstein, whereas I am like Lady Gaga, too weird to describe.
"We got late again. Shit!" Ethan curses under his breath and jogs towards the university building. What a nerd!
I tie my tangled static hair and bury them under the cap of my hoodie. I am so skilled at changing looks that I can dress up like anyone, even as a man and no one would ever come to know of it.
Wow! Nice plot. I could write a story on it.
I pop some M&Ms as I look around the campus, the Instagram beauties are updating their morning selfies and replying to their hungry fans who masturbated on their night selfie. Their eyeliner, mascara, contour, and glossy straight hair are flawlessly styled. On fleek!
I wonder at what time do they wake up to groom themselves, probably at 5 o'clock in the morning?
