"...it gets hard to feel the friction underwater, as she's breaking down, she's tearing out the boarders..."
*knock knock*
"Yessss"
"Do you know what time it is?"
I check my sister's alarm clock. "2:32"
"Exactly. Go to sleep."
"Okay, sorry dad."
I close The Book. All my friend's call it that because it is multipurpose. For the past 2 hours it has been the canvas for my thoughts. I put my favourite lead pencil into The Book to mark my page and place it carefully on my desk, right beside my bed. I pause my song, plug in my phone to the bunch of mixed up plugs on the other side of my bed and lie down.
Everyone knows that I only draw when I'm feeling sad or overwhelmed.
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Not Quite There Yet
Teen FictionBland. Boys. Blog. Baby? Brea has big dreams, but little ambition. Watching her life unfold through a series of blog posts that may not go as deep as she truly feels. Throughout college, she discovers her life goals while faced with many typical tee...
