(Picture of Danielle at the top)
DANIELLE'S POV
"WAKE UP!!!! DANIELLE!!! your going to be late for your plane," my mom yelled from her room.
" I don't want to go" I wined angrily.
.... you see my mom is sending me to a camp to make a better person out of teens or whatever and my uncle owns and runs it. This is really going to suck.
My mom believes I have an attitude problem, but the way I see she's the one with the problem that's probably why my dad left her for a twenty something girl. she probably thinks it was my fault that dad left us both but my dad used to live me. . . I think 😔
Anyways, I'm sixteen I work in a shoe store called kicks. I like to go out with my friends and party. I try live my life to my own accord but my mother swears that I'm always getting into trouble which must of the time, I'm not.
I have three siblings jayjay, joey and jamie my little angel monsters. i love them so much and would do anything for them. after my dad left it hit them the hardest because they were so close to him. I tried to reassure them that he would always love them but they felt like it was their fault. That asshole of a father made my angels think that they annoyed him too much and that's why he left but i know it was my mom's fault. But one thing I know that they know for certain is that I'll never leave them because I have too much love for them. If they need something, I'm always going to be there no matter what.
I have a boyfriend named Dylan he's 22 and works at a pizza place, he's the owner because the real owners left the place to him. We met at a party six months ago my mom hates him but I don't see her reason toother than the fact that he had an occasional blunt. He's sweet but he smiles pot and has a bit of a temper that's probably why she keeps telling me he's trouble and to leave him but doesn't everyone have a bit of a temper?
My best friend's name is pixie she's coming with me because her mom and my mom started talking and thought it would be better if we both went to keep an eye on each other and she has anger issues but I mean who doesn't. Pixies boyfriend's name is Jay. Pixie has two dogs both baby pitbulls and honestly the cutest dogs I've ever seen, the girls name is cola and the boys name is major. I've always loved dogs especially pitbulls. I would love to own my own pitbull rescue just like some lady on a show I saw called "pitbull and parolees''. anyways we have to board the plane in half an hour.
When we finally get to the stupid airport my mum starts getting all emotional which is so lame. so I decided to play along until we were by ourselves and could do what we wanted.
Dylan and Jay are going to meet us when we get off.
(on the plane)
Me and pixie decided to listen to music she put on team by lorde so I just went with it. I love lorde but sometimes its just not the time nor the place for certain songs.
There is a boy right in front of us and he keeps looking back to me and pixie. He's starting to creep me out but he's hot so I'll just ignore him. Pixie keeps going on about jay and how the are slowly drifting apart or whatever but I just keep telling her she's just paranoid, the kid loves her. I wish I could say the same about Dylan he's not really talking to me like he usually does.
I've have had a crush on Dylan for like ever. Now that he's mine I need to keep him mine. He's always been the hot older brother/neighbor because him and my older bother PJ are best friends.
"Seriously what is the matter with this guy he's just staring, every time I look up his head shoots down" I whisper yelled to pixie and she clearly doesn't know who I'm talking about so I pointed to him.
"Ooh he's sexy, you know him?" she said loud enough for the pilot to hear her.
"No he's just staring" I said drawing out the word "staring" loud enough for him to hear me. He turned around slowly and made eye contact with me. His eyes held so much authority and demand that I began to feel uncomfortable under his intense gaze. He seemed as if he was staring into my soul. I began to squirm a little in my seat.
"Sorry" he said lowly holding eye contact with me. His voice was deep and a little raspy making him sound a bit mature fit his age and a little tired. As I sat under his authoritative I began to squirm a little in my seat. He still, kept eye contact, never looking away almost as if was challenging me. I turned away averting my attention to the ground feeling awkward. When I looked up he had a smirk in his face and turned away sitting right in his seat again, leaving me feeling some type of way. I can't lie though, he is sexy...wait no I have a boyfriend.
