Unexpected Visitors -- and no, not aliens.
I stare at myself in the mirror. My hair was in two french braids, made me look younger..but mum did my hair, not me, and I wore something..else, than my run down clothes. A white tank top, no..it will not reveal anything, thus I have nothing to reveal, a skirt..another mum..it was a cute skirt. Black with white checkers. My shirt had writting on it with artsy-jagged black letters: BLONDES HAVE MORE FUN. Now, that was me. I thought I should buy it for a lark when mum's new hench people took me shopping. It was very odd.
Absent mindedly I put my hands on my cheek bones.
I was just like him, a bloody spitting-image or what not?
My hands go to my gray orbs, though turning hazel -- my mum's eyes -- yet they have my fathers shape, and for now color. Could I be a female him? Wait -- that would be weird.
I scrunch my nose at this thought, and shake my head. I giggle unexpectantly, and cover my mouth. I'm such a spaz.
Breaking me away from my mirror and I's rondezvoux's, the door bell rings. Erm..motel door rings.
I shuffle out of the restroom, almost tripping over the mess that is my apartment. Mum was out hunting..again, kinda glade though. Sure she wouldn't like these packs of clothes tumbling all over the place. My bed was hideous!
Finnally, not bothering to put on my new pair of high top shoes, I twist the door handel, almost tripping again over Miss.Edith, stupid her, I open the door, catching my ballance. Thank God I was never a balleterina.
I think I gasped out loud when I saw him standing there, and with another woman. I think I would of been a tad jealous if I wasn't too shocked. Trying to catch my breath, give me credit I'm only fourteen and a half, I manage what was suposed to come out as a intellectual presuit of a conversasion --
"Hi!"
Absent mindedly I put my hands on my cheek bones.
I was just like him, a bloody spitting-image or what not?
My hands go to my gray orbs, though turning hazel -- my mum's eyes -- yet they have my fathers shape, and for now color. Could I be a female him? Wait -- that would be weird.
I scrunch my nose at this thought, and shake my head. I giggle unexpectantly, and cover my mouth. I'm such a spaz.
Breaking me away from my mirror and I's rondezvoux's, the door bell rings. Erm..motel door rings.
I shuffle out of the restroom, almost tripping over the mess that is my apartment. Mum was out hunting..again, kinda glade though. Sure she wouldn't like these packs of clothes tumbling all over the place. My bed was hideous!
Finnally, not bothering to put on my new pair of high top shoes, I twist the door handel, almost tripping again over Miss.Edith, stupid her, I open the door, catching my ballance. Thank God I was never a balleterina.
I think I gasped out loud when I saw him standing there, and with another woman. I think I would of been a tad jealous if I wasn't too shocked. Trying to catch my breath, give me credit I'm only fourteen and a half, I manage what was suposed to come out as a intellectual presuit of a conversasion --
"Hi!"