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April, May, and June.
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Urban · t4girl
The past few days with my family have been very... complicated and uncomfortable. My grandparents have decided to stay out of it since the first day they arrived, muttering something about how they have a first child and a son to take care of the family and resolve quarrels, it seems to everyone though that it's more than just quarrel.
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
-Niall Horan
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
The power of imagination
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Urban · t4girl
ch 42 The power of imagination
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
Did I just imagine that all?
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
"April, are you alright? You look sick." I hear mom's voice ask me, I look up at her, her clothes still perfectly in order, no stains. I see everyone giving me a weird look, well, except from Ethan and Brooke who aren't here.
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
I draw back my arm, shaking it off, she holds her nose her hair in a raging fit, scattered and glaring at me with that raven shine. I grab a full fist of it, my face scrunched up in anger. I start dragging her as she throws a fit, thrashing and lashing out.
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
"You know what, you're just a bloody tosser coming here, making cheap English breakfast like you're all welcome back here, just because you're all so famous, prancing round America! You bring your boyfriends, shoving and rubbing it in our faces that you're all so successful, you dancing," She hisses, glaring at May, "You, taking off all of your clothes and posing in front of a man, forgetting that you're meant to be a proper lady!" She grabs a fork, throwing it across the room.
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
"Okay that is enough! I will not tolerate the way you speak of us like we aren't even here! You've managed to talk about every single one of us, heating, poking and making fun of us and we just sat here taking it all in, but I won't allow you talk about my brothers that way!" I slam my hands on the table, glaring at Aunt Anna. She turns her head to me, her eyes wide. "Young lady-"
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
"Watch your tongue young lady, you're at the table, what has your mother taught you?" From the corner of my eye I see Chase holding in laughter, I send him a glare but he rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his drink. Trisha looks down to her food, her lips pursed in anger.
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
"Watch your tongue young lady, you're at the table, what has your mother taught you?" From the corner of my eye I see Chase holding in laughter, I send him a glare but he rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his drink. Trisha looks down to her food, her lips pursed in anger.
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
"I was wishing I'd get to meet him, the other ones seem to be a bore, sports, ha! And a little wench with amnesia, short term memory loss, whatever you want to call it-" My grandmother, Cecile, glares at Trisha.
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
Is this a war zone of some sort?
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl
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ch 45 Sugar rush
The Writer and the Artist
Urban · t4girl