I wake up to my alarm at 6:30 in the morning. I slam my phone down with the screen facing my dresser beside my bed. I close my eyes so tightly that I can feel the pressure in the back of my head.
"Today is the day that I get called down to Hell, which means I should probably wake up." I throw my blanket off of my body, and run to my closet. Red dress, no. It would clash to much with the fiery flames in the depths of the underworld. White floral dress with rigid bottom, just my style, I hope it makes me look innocent, hopefully too innocent to take over my father's job.
I brush my hair out of my face, as I quickly rush into my bathroom. I throw my hair in a fancy ponytail and put my dress on. I don't wear makeup, I feel it's not appropriate for anyone to go through such effort to do something that will satisfy so little people. Everything slowly fades to black, Hell, here I come.
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Talking To The Moon
Novela Juvenil"My dear Marseille, I won't forget you, forever we will be together, but for now I must be going, I can't stand another heart break" I read the note aloud, my hands trembling, as the one who I loved is lying in front of me, dead. I continue to read...
