The Diary Of A Wallflower

The Diary Of A Wallflower

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Dear Father, Last time I shut my eyes tight, made a wish and blew, I had 10 blue candles. Blue, my favorite color. 10 years straight, none of those wishes ever came true. There was this part of me which knew that it was just a stupid ritual that meant nothing, but than this other stupidly curious and stubbornly hopeful part would be like just maybe it will so what the heck, just make a wish anyways. This year I have 16 orange candles, orange ugh. Btw.... I mean by the way, Robert brought them, not mom. You, I know, would never make such a mistake. Mom sung happy birthday in that special voice of hers, not to high not to low, just perfect. Robert sung it like it was some dirge. Brent, forget Brent! He just swept a chunk of icing off the cake and licked his fingers. Being the brat/PIG he is, he also happened to get away with it. Rachel was too busy to come, I really really wish that she was here. Once the song was over, mom gave me that warm go on smile. She stopped telling me to make a wish 3 years ago. This year I don't know what had gotten in to me. I shut my eyes tight just like before and made a silent wish in my head: "Please come back dad." But unlike before, I knew without a doubt that this wish will not, CAN NOT come true. In one swift blow the candles, all 16 of them went out, taking with them my silent hope. I'm sorry, Love your little bunny Chris
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"I don't know what kind of girl you think I am Greg" I mumbled. I was not the kind of girl who slept with guys on a whim. I wanted him, but not enough to abandon all reason. He took a step toward me, ignored my narrowed eyes and wrapped his arms around me. I wriggled and tried to pull away, but he only held me tighter. His face was impossibly close to me, expression serene to my fury. I could feel him already, pressing into my stomach. Fear shot through me, but the anticipation was equal. "I know exactly what kind of girl you are Maddy... that's the problem" He said simply. His lips crashed into mine, tasting every inch of me. I wanted more than anything to pull away, leave and never mention this again.... but I couldn't do it. The feel of him naked, warm and muscular against me rendered me speechless. I couldn't explain it, but our bodies seemed to fit together somehow and the anger I'd felt just a minute ago. That firey anger at him invading my privacy was gradually merging with the previous lust from last night. Now all I felt was an all consuming need for him to touch me. ....................................................................... Maddy Reynolds' life is a mess. Her best friend's brother Greg has just died and her two best friends Mel and Dom aren't speaking to each other. She has no one to talk to about her confusing feelings towards Greg or why Mel is so distant. Then at the funeral, she becomes friends with Tom Winter by pure chance and he seems to be the only one who understands her. And yet.... even he is keeping secrets from her. The sort of secrets that have the power to change everything. Maddy now has to decide to trust him or find out the truth on her own. Things would have been a whole lot simpler if she'd chosen the latter.

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