"I dont see you, " Lizzie said into the phone.
"Am I at the wrong house? " I asked.
"32 Hathridge Dr. ?"
"Nope, I'm at 22. My bad." Of course I would go to the wrong house.
"No prob Bob. Just hurry up, still got to gets ready," she sassed.
"Okay give me a few minutes." I walked further down the street, soon finding myself in the thirties.
"30...31...32- gotcha. " I whispered to myself.
"Okay, im here, I hope. " as I said that the front door opened and Lizzie ran out. She grabbed my arm and rushed me inside.
"Well hello to you too Miss Grabby." I laughed.
"No time, gotta get pretty. " she said pulling me up the stairs.
Her house was a beautiful 2 story, red brick house. The halls were full of family photos. Something I've always wanted but never had. But there is no use dwelling on things that could never be though. Her bedroom was painted a nice lavender with white orchid trimming. The combination being beautiful.
"Okay, so its 10. You have all your stuff and I got mine. Now you put on your clothes and we'll see what I need to do with you after. " I nodded slowly and walked out of her room to the bathroom. I shut the door and looked in the mirror above the sink. I looked bad, the bags under my eyes contrasted against my pale skin. My hair was done up in a messy ponytail due to my laziness. I blew out a breath and pulled my gaze away from the mirror. Why am I even going? I don't need to see him. But I want to see him, but I know I'll start crying and I will loose it. Well I want to see him and ask him why. And this is the only way.
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Bumps in the Road
FanfictionEmma Copeland is 17 and needs help. She lives in hell with her abusive step-dad, goes to school with fakes who seem to be plotting against her, and is pretty much dumped by her childhood best friend, who becomes famous and is now know as the famous...
