JINKIES || MISC.

TWELVE. A RANDOM LIL SNIPPET.

So I've been writing on and off for about a decade now. I started out at thirteen and wrote a full on novel in one of my notebooks somewhere. It's a gripping tale that has Downton Abbey feels. A story of four siblings, three sisters and a brother (coincidently the same configuration in my own family - weird I know) and in it the middle sister gets extremely ill *spoiler alert*. I've already mentioned that I have Lupus SLE and I wrote it around the time I got diagnosed. I guess I wanted to imagine a world where I wasn't the one who was ill. Turns out, I hated the story. My character went into deep depression and all in all, not one of my happier ones.

Anyways, there is a point to all this randomness.

When I finally got a laptop at the age of sixteen (and to answer your non existent question, yes I did used to handwrite all my stories up until then), I was introduced to the world of typing. It was revolutionary. But a part of me didn't change. Usually my stories are inspired by a 'what if' scenario, an alternate universe if you will.

It is with that thought that I give you a beautiful gem I uncovered the other day where I wrote an excerpt of a classical girl meets boy unrequited love situation. Then boy moves away, how sad. But they start talking over the internet which is cute until the girl realises she's in a pickle. Our little excerpt takes place on the night of prom. Except, of course, this one ends a little differently.

Please enjoy.

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The familiar ring of my phone makes me jump out of my trance. I blink a few times before I register the fact that I managed to get mascara all over my eyes to make me look like a panda. 

Sighing, I grab my phone and click the answer button.

"What?" I ask not really caring who is at the other end. I mean they broke my little fairy tale world where I could get out of going to this stupid prom. It's not even that important, I mean it's not my last year here; I still have one more year in this damn place.

"Ooh someone's not too happy." A deep voice says making me smile instantly but also roll my eyes. Trust his timing to be amazingly annoying.

"Sorry, but I'm in the middle of something." I mutter as I wipe off the gunk on my eyes. There's no need to put that much make up or anything. I mean my dress isn't the best either, and I'm not exactly complaining, just blinded to the point of all this.

"Middle of what?" He asks and I roll my eyes again as I put the phone on speaker so I can work on my eyes again.

"That stupid get together I told you about where people have to dress fancy and wear high heels to have a nice dinner and comment on how pretty everyone looks." I mutter as I draw a thin line on my lid. Satisfied, I turn to the other eye and do a mental prayer for this eye to go as well.

I hear his laugh and curse myself for smiling. I mean this is not what's supposed to happen. I am not supposed to fall for this guy. Especially considering our history.

"Oh you mean prom?" He asks and I hear a loud noise in the background as if there was a large truck passing by.

"Yeah," I say as I do a celebratory dance for the amazing skills I must muster to get this symmetry. "Wait where are you?" I ask as I hear another loud noise. He must be out and about, which is strange because we never talk when the other person is out. It's another one of our stupid rules.

"Oh... erm..." he says pausing slightly, "that girl I told you about? Yeah well I'm taking her out tonight." He says quickly and I sit on my bed with a sigh. Another reason why I am not allowed to fall for him. There's another girl in the picture. Probably prettier, smarter, funnier and does not seem incredibly rude and hostile.