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MY RANT
i've literally stopped having popsicles and ice-cream, and who is to blame. WATTPAD. FUCKIN WATTPAD.
every single time i scoop some ice cream into a bowl or lick my popsicle, those tacky smut scenes flashes before me, and I have to throw them, coz i get utterly disgusted.
GAH. NOW I CANT EVEN ENJOY A SINGLE THING IN LIFE.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/257696106-my-north-star
"I'm scared of it sometimes. Not being important to anyone."
Chapter 3 of SECRETS SHE HOLDS
"Looking back at me, I guess I never really got it right" The alarm clock sings out .
"Oh, crap" I rolled over in attempt to turn off my alarm clock. You know how to ruin a perfectly good song ? Set it as your alarm clock. I stood up and walked to my dresser and picked up a clean towel.
My feet were freezing against the cold hardwood flooring 'Do I care how I look today?' I thought as I made my way to the bathroom mirror... I looked at my deep blue eyes, maybe I should give an attempt to day. I stripped from my black t shirt and leggings, and made my way into the shower.
"and I'd give up forever to touch you, because I know that you'd feel me somehow" the phone rings. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!" I yell , why does everybody wait until the most inopportune moments to call me .I turn off the water and open the door to the shower.
I guess in my frustration I forgot how to walk because the first step I took out of the shower landed me on my face. I landed about a foot away from my phone, so I picked up the call.
"Hello" I said into the speaker.
"Is this Lillian Mortis ?" the unknown caller questioned.
"Who is asking?" I tried to ask politely, but my annoyance from my interrupted shower probably shined through my fake "nice voice".
"We are with the S.A.A.P" the caller said. 'Oh my god they are finally calling' , I thought. The S.A.A.P, is the Society of Advanced Academic Placement , if you apply and are accepted into the program , they find colleges that are willing to allow certain high school students to take choice college classes. Anything that interests you , you can take.
Some extremely advanced students schools recommend them to the S.A.A.P to completely skip high school and get into college. Basically , the S.A.A.P has so much money , that if they want something to happen for you, it will.
" Is this about my application" I asked with thinly veiled excitement.
" So this is Lilian.. uhh Mortis Angelus ? Is that correct ?"
" Um yes ma'am that is me"
"Ok , I was told to tell you that Mr. Diguise , the man in charge of the scholarships wants to meet you at 2:25 today. Will that be good for you ma'am?" the woman asked as she clicked away at her keys
" I have um school today" I said highly disappointed.
" You seem to have forgotten what exactly this organization is, Mr. Diguise has already made arrangements with your principal, we will have someone pick you up a exactly 1:30, thank you ma'am bye." The lady hung up before I could get out another word.
Guess its a definite yes to the dressing nice today.Hmmm... I wonder If I could find my black and white lace pencil skirt, if I could find that I could easily find a blouse that would look good with it. I walked into my closet and started digging through my clothes... I reached an untouched pile in the back of my large closet, sitting on the very top was my mother's red blouse, the one she was wearing the day we had our first heart to heart."If you loved me as much as you said you did mom,"
I paused letting out a tear, maybe you can give me some luck today" I slipped the blouse on over my head and it fit over me perfectly."Thanks mom." I smiled though my pain. I slipped on my skirt and ran into the bathroom, tripping once again because, who knows, I guess my head liked hitting the floor." What a perfect day to be unlucky Lilly" I said to myself as I stood up and brushed myself off.I walked to the mirror and picked up the curling iron and began to curl my hair around the barrel . "You will get those classes" I said at myself in the mirror.
" They will want you in their program" I paused " They need you in their program" When I was done with my hair I put some slight eye makeup on , and a deep shade of red lipstick that matched the shade of my blouse."There" I said "that's as good as I can get" I slipped my black heels into my purse and slipped on my black flats. " Well here goes nothing " I say as I pick up my backpack, shut of the lights , and exit my house.
