Those Crayons (On Hold until September)

Chapter 9

Heyyy!!

Who feels like singing happy birthdya to herself??

I DO!!

Ready

Set

GO!

Happy Birthday to me

Happy Birthdya to me

I smell like a Monkey

and i look like one too

HEYY Thats not ver nice Me 1

Yeah well Me 2 i am not as nice as you.

Ok enough of my craziness

Here is the next Chapter

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CHAPTER 9

Why? Why are boys so… so ARGH!!

I hate them!

They are all F*cking Man wh*res just trying to break your heart and get into your pants.

They are all the same.

I HATE THEM!!

I grab out my photo album going through the pictures.

Chase, Chase and Me, Me and CHASE.

All of these pictures are of some of my best memories and they BLOODY ALL have that ARGH Chase in them.

I feel hot, angry tears stream down my face.

Why does this hurt so bad, it’s not like we were dating.

 But it feels as if when he kissed her my heart was ripped away from me.

It’s plainly obvious, I like Chase. I – I L

“Ella? Jase and Sam are here,” My mother yells from the bottom of the stairs.

Damn I had forgotten they were coming over!

I wipe away stray tears and change out of my PJ’s into some sweats and tee, nice… NOT

I, as I wanted to be an event planner, was helping organise Jase and Sam’s wedding

Jase, now he is Nice, if only all males were like him. BUT NO! They had to bloody think with their D*cks all the time.

I stomp my way down the stairs.

I find Jase and Sam in the living room staring lovingly at each other

It seriously makes me want to barf.

I clear my throat noisily,

“Let’s get on with it then,” I grumble

“El, what’s wrong, what happened? I have NEVER seen you like this before.

What happened to the Ella I know who wouldn’t hurt a fly and who replaced her with this grump who if looks could kill I would be dead right now.” Jase says jokingly but concern laced his tone.

That just pushes me too far and tears start to fall

Sam gets up and wraps me in a hug,

“Come on its all right, Shh,” She soothes me.

Slowly my tears subside and I wipe the last few away,

“Come on you came here to plan a wedding, well let’s plan one,” I say with false cheeriness