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The quiet blonde leaned her head on the window, gazing at the road. She couldn't bear the fact that she was sitting beside the man she loved, who was completely unaware of her existence for four straight years. Until now, that is. Which is pretty awkward. To keep her busy, she counted the decorative flowers hanging in the rearview mirror.

Ace raced through the road, trying to pass by the yellow stoplight, but missed by a millisecond due to the nerve wracking dead air. And the actuality that the love of his life sat just mere centimeters away from him.

They both sat silently in the car, Amanda's eyes on the flowers and Timothy's eyes on her.

Unable to take the silence any longer, Timothy broke the ice. "Amanda..."

She glanced at him, lips in a tight line. "Y-yes?"

He sighed and took her hand in his. "I-"

"Oh look! The stoplight's green!" She interrupted and pointed at the stoplight.

Another chance missed.

He started driving, but after a few minutes, he couldn't take it any longer. "Amanda I-"

"Watch out!" She screamed and immediately, a bright light blinded his sight.

"Amanda!" He went to her as fast as he could and-

"Gigi!"

I groaned.

Just great.

Really great.

Right when I'm in the middle of a crucial scene.

I popped two gummy bears in my mouth and shut the novel I was reading. Just as I did, Paul opened the door.

"What do you want?" I grumbled, wiping the tears in my eyes. All the drama in the novel 'Elite' got to me. Truth to be told, I easily cry when watching or reading drama stuff. But zip your mouths, peeps. Paul might find out.

Unfortunately, he saw my tear stained cheeks and his former 'no nonsense' face immediately broke into a weird psychopathic grin.

Yeesh.

"Were you just crying? Is my little sissy crying? Aww! Guy broke your heart?" He made this obnoxious high pitched squeak that was eerily similar to the hosts in gossip shows.

I tried to make up a good excuse, but Paul was on a roll.

"Hmm... You probably got rejected by your crush eh? Couldn't blame him. You're too weird for your own good. Or maybe you found out that-what was his name again? Barley or Bart? Yeah, I think it's Bart. Did you find out that Bart Simpson had a girlfriend or-"

"Hey! Bart Simpson is very different from Bradley Simpson! Like ew, dude. I don't like fictional characters like that!" I made a gagging sound to prove my point.

He scoffed. "Says the girl who practically kissed a guinea pig because she thought it was Percy Jackson."

I blushed beet red. "I was young! That's besides the point!"

"Whatevs." He waved his hand away and sat on my bed. I glared at him.

"Can you just state your business? I'm kind of in the middle of reading an important book here!"

He chucked down a handful of my gummy bears and shoved it in his mouth.

"You're gonna wash the dishes today." He chewed disgustingly, with streaks of saliva in the middle of his mouth. Gross.

I wanted to protest, but then I remembered.

Annoying stepmom.

Ugh.

I groaned. "What do I get?"

He furrowed his eyebrows like a constipated pig. "Er.. I won't bug you tomorrow?"

My eyes lit up. "Deal."

Paul grinned like the psychopath he is and pushed me out of the room and into the kitchen.

Immediately, I regretted ever sealing a deal with Paul.

"I-I can't do this! It's too many!" I said, pointing to the dished kitchen sink. Piles of plates, glasses and whatnot dirtied the kitchen, like a huge party was thrown yesterday. Knowing my family, Tracy and Paul were probably lazy butts and didn't wash since last week. Dad's exempted.

Paul smirked. "No can do, sissy. A deal's a deal. Arividecci Gigi!"

With that, I was left alone in the dirty kitchen.

I lazily wore the nearest apron and started washing. After what seemed like hours, I couldn't stand it anymore.

"What could I do to make this funner?" I muttered with a sour face as I slid a piece of wet chicken leftovers out of a bowl. (I don't care if you're complaining about my choice of words. FUNNER. IS. A WORD. For me.)

I wanted to play music but I couldn't.

The radio was thrown weeks ago, there was no wifi so I couldn't jam music from my phone and Paul brought my laptop with him.

I've got quite the luck. Sarcasm.

After a few minutes of contemplating, I decided to sing by myself.

I looked around, making sure no one was listening or near me.

Finally, I took a deep breath and began singing with all my heart. I sang a song I've been dying to sing ever since my problems started. For me, singing helps me get rid of all my concerns and worries.

I sang Shontelle's Impossible, hitting the high notes with ease. I used to take singing lessons with my real mom back when she was still alive. She'd listen to me sing and help me improve my tune. She used to be a great singer when she was young, but stopped when Paul and I were born.

Without warning, flashbacks of Hailie and her clique played in my mind. All their lies, hateful words and bashing hit me harder than a wrecking ball (#sorrynotsorry). In anger, I practically yelled the lyrics of the song, almost breaking a glass I was washing.

After washing, I had sung four other songs already.

Whew.

Just as I hung the apron on the hook, Paul got out of his room with his psychopathic grin intact. Except it looked even scarier. You know, like the ones where scary dudes hold a bloody knife and tilt their heads like crazy. Just the thought of it gives me the shivers.

"Uh... You okay dude?" I asked, looking at him as I dried my hands with a towel.

He nodded but the psychopathic grin never left his face. Geez this guy is creeping me out.

"So.... Why the-ehem-happy face?" I tried my best to cover up the fact that he looked more than happy. Evil is the best way of putting it.

He glanced at me and then at his phone. "Oh... Actually, I just got in the university I applied in."

"Yah sure about that? Cuz I don't think that's the reason."

He shook his head and smiled at his phone again.

Creeper.

Something tells me that something big is gonna happen.

And I'm not gonna like it.

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I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD!!

So, I'm going to do some major editing in the first two chapters.

Yes, I will.

Tell me if I have any errors or something and feel free to criticize. I'll be glad to fix it.

Sorry for the delay! I hope you won't stop reading even if I'm a slow updater.

Btw, the first italicized part is a story I'm working on, which I have no idea if I'm going to post it or not.

Oh well. Thanks to the readers out there! Haiii and baiiiiii!

xoxo

~Naf ♡

-Jennings was here