"Oh my gosh, does it look like I really care about what John did?"I say, sitting on my loveseat her feet propped upon my coffee table.
I breath in and out slowly as I feel a meltdown slowly creeping through my body.
"Oh, well he was planning on taking us bowling tomorrow,"she said as calm as she could.
"Well, there's going to be one person missing,"I say, not really wanting to go.
"Oh, come on live a little!"She says, jumping from the loveseat and walking over to me. When she reaches me, she reaches out to touch me.
Effortlessly, I slap her hands away. After, failed attempts I stop and close my eyes, in irritation, as she squeezes my cheeks.
"Are you done?" I ask, sighing.
"Only if you come, sugar plum," she says, while laughing.
"I have to go, don't I ?"I say with a sad face.
"Yes, you do. Sorry, not sorry."she says, a smile showing off her glorious white teeth.
Monday,July 4, 6:30
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
"WHAT!! DO YOU WANT!"I scream already getting frustrated because he woke me up from a really nice dream
"Umm , it's me John"he said in the nicest voice ever
"And, why should I care?"I said
'me being me'
"Is she always this rude?"he asked my mom
"Yeah, let me try"she said to him
*Kno--*
"What do you want?"I say in a frustrated voice
"Hi ,I'm jo--"there he is being polite again
"Let me stop you right there, I know who you are,"I say and looked at my mom
"Hey, don't be rude!"my mom said while defending him
"Hi,I'm breanna if you are trying to impress me you are already on a low level based on the way my mom talks about you."I stop myself before I 'get myself in trouble'
"I talk about him all the time and it's good"she says and looks confused
"My point exactly,"she does talk a lot.
"My daughter is really rude, so please excuse her.."
~Qveen_niya26~
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Lost
FanfictionBreanna is 15 years and she has an bad life all her life she has been going through her mom's fights, break-ups and many more and she can't take it anymore then she goes to school and there's this really cute boy and she finds out he doesn't like he...
