Crisis!Oh, and my cat had to be put down, poor little thing. She had liver failure.
I don't know what to do with myself.
~eriNovelist
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A Matter of Hart: 4Chapter 4A Matter of Hart: 4
Hartlett:
Parker Jones had the air of a bad boy. He wore a beat-up, black leather jacket over his uniform. He wore his black hair a little long and falling into his nearly-black eyes. He had an olive complexion and stood around six feet tall. He had the long, thick, curly eyelashes guys don’t care about and girls would kill for.
Mr. Creen said, “Okay then! I guess you can take it from here, Hartlett.” He left. Parker smirked at me. “Don’t forget to breathe.” I felt my cheeks flush and I frowned. “It’s impossible to for
by ~eriNovelist
A Matter of Hart: 3Chapter 3A Matter of Hart: 3
Aubrey:
“Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen, oh we’re still so young, desperate for attention.”-“The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage” by Panic! At the Disco
I was seriously confused. Hartlett seemed so out of it, but didn’t want to talk about it. I was not used to not being able to read my best friend like a book. I had an English test tomorrow, along with quizzes in chemistry and Spanish III. I decided that I had prepared enough the days before and blew off studying. This is the kind of stunt
by ~eriNovelist
A Matter of Hart: 2Chapter 2A Matter of Hart: 2
Hartlett:
I sat in my homeroom alone with Mrs. Coler, my teacher. I was the first one there besides her. Although Aubrey and I got a late start, we were still early, to my surprise. I was reading Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice for the fifth time. I felt like I would be much better off living in her time than now. At least I would be able to get away from my mother. The first bell rang and people started filling in. I kept my nose in my book, but listened to the conversations that took place around me. I listened to Aubrey’s friend Kiki talk to her boy
by ~eriNovelist
A Matter of Hart: 1Chapter 1A Matter of Hart: 1
Aubrey:
“Hurry, hurry! You put my head in such a flurry, flurry!”-w.a.m.s. [feat. Pharrell] by Fall Out Boy
I was running late, as usual. I had to have hit the snooze button at least three times before I dragged my scraggly ass out of bed and into the shower. I was having one of those days where you hair is unmanageable, your features look like they don’t belong on your face, your uniform looks even worse than it typically does, and to top it all of, you’ve gained five pounds and find out you have your period. Suffice it to say my morning was royally sucking. &nb
by ~eriNovelist
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need.We sat beneath a sycamore tree bathed in glaring, midday light. Although we were so close, there was a distance that ached and throbbed between us. Your hand grazed mine, skin on skin and yet I couldn’t feel it.need.
“Do you want something?” I asked, grabbing your weather beaten hand and placing it on the warm dirt.
“Your skin is the exact same colour as this tree.” You mused, letting your voice drift through the silence and tickle my ears. It was, and I wondered why you noticed these things. The bumps and grains in the tree dug into my back but I didn’t want to lean against you.
by ~YourLoveIsEnough
Another Quirk"C'mon, Blaire," said Prosper. "Just one more time, I promise."Another Quirk
Blaire crossed her arms and shook her head stubbornly at him. She'd been humiliated enough by this stupid "lesson" that he'd insisted on having.
"Fine. How about a deal? You try again, and I'll tell you where I got this scar." Prosper said, pointing to his eyebrow and holding out the soccer ball with his other hand. Blaire bit her lip. She was sick of looking like an idiot...but she really wanted to know where that scar came from. She had asked him a million times already, but he would just grin at her and change the subject.
by ~AndThenYou
Taylor"I hate you.”Taylor
I neither shout nor whisper those three deadly words. I say them with no hint of passion. No fury. Nothing. Rien. Nada.
I slam my bag down on the floor to make a statement while Taylor slouches back in his comfy office chair and smirks. “You don’t mean that. Why bother saying it?” He swivels and grabs his Xbox controller with both hands and continues to marry his second wife on Fable 2. “I do” I reply nonchalantly, “I really mean it this time. I’m leaving and I’m never coming back.” He pauses the game and turns his head so
by ~YourLoveIsEnough
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