"You need help Myla," she hissed. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Don't do that, don't go mute on me." She said bitterly. ---- Myla had too many problems and not enough answers.
Josephine goes to counseling. Things such as her past have gotten in her way, all a little to much. Every session she sees a boy, someone who she will soon seem to know very well, by the name of Cameron Dallas.
In which a girl couldn't stand her life anymore and a guy just so happened to help her - "What were you doing?" "I wanted to be free."
In which two teenagers find love in the warm summer days, and cool sweater weather nights.
God, I hate him so much. He is the definition of asshole. "Ketchup and mustard?" My mother calls to us. "No mustard." we say in unison
"Peanut butter and jelly, with extra peanut butter, please." Holy shit marry me dude.
"Well that's the last jar" "Yeah, I know. " I say reaching for it "What if I want it?" he asks playfully No way in hell is this boy getting the last jar of nutella. (MICHAEL CLIFFORD SHORT STORY) (BOOK 1 IN THE FOOD SERIES)
