Tuesday, 8;50 am.
I suddenly wake up, feeling pain all in, and over my stomach. it's at that time.. i know, i'm in danger. my periods starting. (lol idk what m8) i walk extremely slow to the bathroom, mostly because i just woke up, and grab a tampon. periods are just great mate.
after that incident, i head to the kitchen, and make myself some oatmeal. while waiting for that, i lose myself in my thoughts. i don't know why i always find myself thinking of kian, but it just happens. he amazes me with his good looks, great personality, and check plus for his cute style.
"boo." a familiar voice says. although i can't see who it is, i know who it is. kian.
"kian, stop! you almost made me drop my freaking oatmeal.." i mumble. he pushes me again, softly, and i groan. sometimes he can be a bit annoying. A BIT. "did you make my any?" he asks, getting a cereal box, most likely lucky charms, cause that seems to be his favorite.
"no, and why ask when you're already making yourself some breakfast?" i ask, forcing myself to sound annoyed. "well i'm so, so sorry, that i was just wondering if you made me breakfast. geez, calm yourself, woman." he jokes. i yawn, while making eye contact with him. i narrow my eyes, basically telling him he's not funny.
"oh shutup." he mumbles, and brings his cereal bowl with him to sit next to me.
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i walk straight to the couch, feeling my cramps again. this pain is terrible!
i decide to grab some tylenol to help with the cramps. sometimes i regret being a girl, not that i had the choice or anything.
"what's wrong?" bobby asks. me and bobby have became really close, almost bestfriends.
"just periods, cramps, hell." i groan. ugghhhhhhghghghhghghghg.
"oh, gross." he pulls a face. i give him a dirty look, and grab a water. he sits down next to me, closer than usual. i decide to not say anything, considering he is pretty warm.
"so, whatcha doin' today?" he asks again. "just staying home, and dying." i say. i swear to you, all boys, will never understand this horrid pain. "don't be so dramatic, fran. i'm sure you'll live." he urges. i slap him playfully on his face, and he yelps. "don't be so dramatic, bob. i'm sure you'll live." i mock. he gives me a dirty look, as if mocking my look from earlier, and i just give a teethy smile. we both errupt into laughter, and just as we do, kian come's down.
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srry guys, but i'm not rlly feelin this book anymore. i love to start books, but i never seem to be able to keep the plot going. also i was grounded for a while so explains why i havent uploaded a new chap in awhile. althhough, i was probably gonna upload one yesterday or sunday if i had my computer then, so im not far off. anyways thx so much for reading. this wont be the end, this book started my acc going and getting reconized, so i will continue and finish this book. <3
xoxo,
gossip girl ;)
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Short StoryFranny Arrieta, has to survive a house full of boys. How does she do it, without causing heartbreak, drama, etc? | Currently re-writing.
