Soulien

6 | Chaotic feelings

I flipped over and over again over the bed, and it wasn't until I could sleep either.

I indignantly kicked the bed with my feet, lying on my back with my hands throwing them next to me and my eyes hanged from the neon-blue ceiling of the room.

It's f*****g thinking that keeps me from sleeping, the best thing in the world that I can't reach because of some thought? That's unfair.

My thoughts jostled, until I came to a conclusion that made me idolize my place with horror... what if the magic turned on the magician, and I fell for him?

What if he wins the bet? And become the laughing stock of school?

Their bet is not only to make me a laughing stock, but also to tarnish me in front of everyone.

Just gonna be like a b***h.

"No!" I screamed angry height straight with my hands on the sides of my head, rejecting any thought that penetrated my mind to worry me again.

She was terrified when my mother broke into the room and screamed in panic. "What happened?"

Behind her, my father grabbed a bat with a sybol that gaze at me, and then into the room carefully, my mother approached with her palms on my head and the other patted her on my back. You okay?

He wondered warmly, and my father approached turning on the lights. "Why did you scream? Saul, are you okay?" They kept wondering, while I wondered, "Did you really scream?"

I nodded my head. "It's just a nightmare!" My feelings nightmare maybe, what the f**k? My mother sighed comfortably and took me in a quick hug. "It's okay, you're okay. Try sleeping again."

I smiled at her. My father took the glass of water and gave it to me, saying, with like eyes closed. "Calm down, don't think about it, okay?" You nodd and drink a glass of water.

Marcus leaned on the door of my room with his honey hair scattered and his sleepy brown eyes staring at me indignantly, he said desperately. "All this noise for a ridiculous nightmare. I immediately looked at my mother with a knot between my eyebrows that betrayed my anger. See? "How does he treat his older sister, Mom?"

I stretched my utterance so you could see what he was doing, ever since he entered middle school and he never stopped calling me that, he was my really meek child. He's become a rebel, and that really bothers me. Marcus isn't as nice as he pretends.

My mother gently pressed over my shoulder, whispering to me when Mark walked away indifferently. "He's a teenager, don't be cruel to him." My eyes widened in disbelief, while my father walked away yawning. "Come on, everybody go to sleep, tomorrow we'll argue about this and bring the neighbors to argue with too, but tomorrow."

My mother patted my head tenderly again and printed a kiss on my forehead, "Think of nothing. Just sleep and you'll get a good night's sleep." She surely nodded her head and finished a faint goodness.

The room was quiet again as soon as they returned to their rooms. Noah seems to have a very deep sleep, not taking part in the attack.

I slipped onto the bed again, this time with a little smile. Even if I can quickly erase these feelings before they appear, there is no stronger love than the love of family.

I know I'm sensitive and I can be moved quickly because I'm worried, and this bastard isn't going to deny his handsomeness either.

I ignored these horrible ideas, remembering our plan for how to destroy Lucas and his companions. Oh, my God, I'm so excited about this moment.

They're a bunch of sluts walking around the school like a tyrant, all the boys wanting to join this glamorous bunch, and all the girls want a look from this bunch... and they're just two faces using a gentle face in front of you. Then they return to their lowly face, so that your face may be shed to the level of the ground.

Don't hate them aimlessly, the head of the group has manipulated a friend of ours before, and his group has spread poisonous rumors about her, and sarcastic words haunt her everywhere until she moved to another school. She's not the first girl they've done this to anyway, so I hate all of them without exception who have been involved in this and who have taken silence as their ally.

We will taste them out of the same cup, of course it will be all at once, I don't like to wait too much and be quiet about these things. The attack should be one go so that you can score more than once in a short time.

I closed my eyes trying to sleep, all I thought about was sleeping, and just like my mom told me... He seems to have succeeded.

...

"Georgia is waiting for me outside," she screamed as I put my shoes on in front of the door, and my mother came out of the kitchen screaming. "You didn't eat dinner yesterday, eat these things that bring diseases, don't get a full breakfast... can you tell me how you got accepted into the cheerleading squad?"

I tried not to flip my eyes so that my dear phone would not be pulled out, I straightened up and grabbed my backpack, and raised my shoulders as if it were something intuitive. "Maybe because I ate it!"

I quickly pulled the door as soon as the bell rang, and Georgia's wide smile almost entered the house greeting everyone.

She clenched her arm and urged her to walk. Georgia complained, and then waved at my mother as we walked away. "Bitchy. I want to eat your mother's fresh sandwiches. God, I can smell it from miles away."

"She wants me to eat any way, she ate two sandwiches and she complains that I didn't eat breakfast! She's going to be the reason I'm overweight." I complained, telling her why I got out of the house so soon, even though it's still early.

Georgia bowed with her upper onyx slightly touching my stomach with childish features. "Look, there's going to be a lot of fat here."

I turned my eyes, pushed her indignantly, told her uncomfortablely. "I feel a little obsessed about my weight!" Georgia raised a brow deploring the hesitation of my word. "A little!"

I indignantly pushed her again, and she just giggled provocatively and approached to hold my arms, slackening my features in a smile. "Even if I'm obsessed with my weight, it's okay. I do what I like as long as I don't hurt anyone, right?" she asked, though I don't want an answer.

Georgia nodded fakely, and when I almost pushed her for the hundredth time today, she laughed and clung to my arm. "Kidding. You're right. What if you get obsessed with your weight? Nothing. Actually, it's good for you in the end. You will have a perfect, healthy body."

"Hello." Georgia and I rose up, freaking out, turning fast, holding up whoever dressed like that among us.

Relax my defensiveness like Georgia, who turned her eyes with boredom. "Hello, Luke." I wearily smiled and turned my eyes, smiled with a wide smile without showing his teeth, and then said with his eyebrows raised as if he didn't believe him! "Hey, Soul."

I stared at him with a knot between my eyebrows and a despised smile I tried to stop, I swear, but it's been creepy for days, he's been calling me a devil. Of course, I'm not an angel who's likened him to women and his friends because they keep talking about girls like old men when they get together. We turn around, ignore it and continue our journey as naturally as if it doesn't exist.

Lucas approached, walking alongside me, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants, humming low. He's going to say something, but he doesn't know how to start a conversation, so he distracts himself, and most people do this move, and this Lucas is easy to read.

"I wanted to invite you to a party tonight," he said, as he stood making us stand looking at him stupidly, I took a moment to realize he was inviting me to a party! "I don't like parties." I told him carelessly. Continue walking again.

Georgia complained. "Why did you refuse? You bitch." If you poke my elbow to shut up, he'll invite him back again, no doubt, he seems to be trying really well.

"You can bring your friends... if you don't trust me!" I turned to him, raising an eyebrow with suspicion, and muted a laugh as he slowly took in what he had said and tried to modify it. "I mean invite everyone, actually the whole school can attend, not a private party or something."

We kept looking at him in silence, and he stopped talking and looked back until he cut it off, saying with surrender as if it were his last attempt at persuasion. "It's Max's new boy's party."

I exchanged a cold look with Georgia, and then we looked at him again. "We'll come." I told him we continue this time walking past the huge iron school gate, and he stands with his friends.

Our destination is our secret place, the locker room, of course, and Bunny and Jesse are waiting for us.

"We have a party today... a very noisy one." Georgia cried out with enthusiasm and wickedness as she rubbed her hands, while Jesse shouted in joy. "Finally good of you."

"Somebody kick this girl out." Bunny cried out, and Georgia comes close, pulling her blond, dyed hair on his tips like she always does.

And they're talking about what we're going to wear, I'm thinking about making them stop and look at me. "What if he lures us?"

Jesse stood up and her anxious eyes quickly glowed, trying to deny what she had said. "What do you mean?"

"Drive us into doing something bad, maybe? "But there's already a party, this new boy seems to be generous, or it's not inconceivable they've manipulated him into throwing him the party and being their destination if something bad happens."

I told them what was going on in my mind, and she stood up with her hands above her waist and thoughtfully pinned her eyebrows. "Are we going to lose something?" she asked, and Georgia cheerfully replied immediately. "Of course not, it's just a party."

Bani raised her eyebrows with admiration from Georgia's response, hitting her palm, especially the other, saying confidently. "That's my opinion, too, and then it's not his party or his friends, it's the new guy."

I was quickly convinced by their words, and with them, nothing will happen for sure. And if someone tries to manipulate us, we'll show them who we really are.

"I didn't see that new kid." I wept and the phone crane approached me, Jesse approached and Banny squirmed at him, too.

Just what the f**k? Boy, you're a knight of my dreams, his honey hair with some brown strands, with dark blue eyes with a golden glitter, a perfect bridge of his nose, with a gorgeous athletic body. On top of that, his clothes are strikingly elegant.

He will be perfect and complete a dream boy if his personality is great.

Our meditation scattered him with Georgia's two fingers in front of our faces. "Girls! We've got a party tonight if you want, try to get it tonight!" she said, ending by snapping gum and swiping her skinny fingers on her phone.

She picked up the phone in our faces and showed us what she was looking for. "I'll wear this... you know stay for the fastest." A glossy, tight black dress that also reaches the middle of the thigh, with wide transparent cloth arms and a cloth-like bracelet at the end.

I punched her, I'm angry, and she's yelling with disgusting features. "Whore." Their little fight interrupts Jesse's phone crane as well, and her eyebrows are provocatively kicked to Georgia.

Narrow, dark red silk dress, short up to the middle of the thigh, with very thin campaigns, and many cuts of the sides to show the waist well.

"I'll get that pink anyway," she said, holding on to the ends of her hair thoughtfully.

She exchanged glances with Bunny, who stuck her lips with a muffled rage so as not to grab the head of both of them and slap them on the nearest wall.

She knocked her tongue against the roof of her throat as she raised her shoulders. "Don't blame me! The party's in a nightclub, and this max looks like he's screaming money. There is no doubt that Lucas and his comrades are close to him."

"Those... I don't know when they even met?" Jessie laughed with an intermittent, ironic laugh. "Max is close to Justin. He moved from Paris to Los Angeles yesterday.

She ignored us turning her phone over with her eyebrow knots until she shouted triumphantly. "Yeah! That's it." She gave us her phone while holding her curly locks of hair, arrogantly wrapped around her fingers.

Black chopped trousers, with a long-sleeved, short t-shirt with holes underneath a lemonic tonic... our meditation cut the costume her Mark connection.

We exhaled in anger and she replied indignantly. "Why are you calling now?" she raised her eyebrows for a second, and then her features fell coldly, giving me the phone.

I held my eyebrows with disapproval, I looked at the phone and then at her, my disapproval went away as soon as his voice reached me. Why are you still blocking my contact?

He wondered to turn my eyes bored and sit on the bench with my feet on the table comfortably in front of me, "Oh! Hey, Luke." And turn on the speakerphone and listen with me. "Why do you want to call me?" she asked evasively.

"Nothing, you know, friends wonder about each other!" He said as if it were an intuitive thing and I bet my life he's smiling sideways sucking right now.

"I told you nobody enters my friend zone easily, and you want to be friends after an iced coffee cup? Dreamer." I laughed ironically at the tail end of the sentence.

"It was a nice try," he said laughing, making me laugh and swearing that every time he says a letter I try to keep my laughs silent, he just can't flatter or act, as Marcus says, 'a loser.'

"Are you that free? And if you are, I'm not free for your bullshit." I told him off the call.

I gave the phone to Bunny again, and I saw the look of curiosity in their eyes to say, while I laughed, I don't really know who the irony was.

"I have a little confession," I said quietly to curse Georgia down her breath because she knows what comes behind that sentence is definitely a disaster.

"Scared to fall in love with Lucas... his awful acting makes me laugh and swear nothing else!"

"Damn it!" Jesse sounded unbelievable, and Bunny nodded for a while. "One moment! And if you do?" I asked not to hold my eyebrows and Georgia shouted not to believe. "Saul, you hate that Lucas, and you give up when he bets on her? "Where is the dignity?"

She looked at me trying to find my answer, whether I let it or tell her I will do what I want under any circumstances.

I raised Katfay unaware of looking at Georgia, who pointed towards me looking at Bunny. See?

Jesse stood to calm the situation and I was in the scene mode and if they kept discussing without taking an opinion, I would bring popcorn and cinema glasses to complete the scene.

Georgia looked firmly and said Bani was as firm as Georgia's. "Soulien Parker, we'll support you in everything, even if you fall for a lab rat."

...

waiting for a single four-letter word, she looked at us dissatisfiedly. "I don't refuse you a request, but the party is in a nightclub! This is unacceptable."

My mother said sharply, let my eyes widen in disbelief. "Nightclub? "Who said that?" Jesse gaze in denunciation and wonder to raise a sarcastic brow and call my brother. Marcus!

His head appeared from behind the door smiling at me expansively and manipulating the malice over his lips. "Where's the party, Marky?" she wondered again as Marcus stepped forward, holding his hands behind his back with his chin arrogantly high.

Saying like he's running the newsletter in the morning. "At the Wilton nightclub, it was hosted by Maxness, who lived as a child here, but travelled to Paris and is now back for a welcoming party for him and his friends at the start of the school year."

My mother raised a blond eyebrow and looked at us sharply, and before saying anything, she said I was quick. "But he's booking the whole club, so there won't be any bad people and these things in the club."

My mother looked at Marcus with wonder, while I stared at him sharply, so that he could twist with his chin, confirming my talk. We felt it would agree so the eyes are a special charm you can control the person with the looks of your eyes.

A mother's heart always beats for her children. "Please!" We dressed together trying to win her sympathy. Come on, Mom. We've only got an hour and a half to get ready. It'll be a miracle if we're done fast.

She exhaled with upright rage and said she was unsatisfied. "Well, before midnight I find you in front of the house, and if anything happens, leave your credit card, your phone."

She was warned with a strong threat, but she agreed.

We screamed enthusiastically as we ran to my room, and I screamed thanking my mother. I'm really grateful to her, even though she favors the actions of teenagers, as she says, and she tries to keep me from drifting into these things, agree, agree to make me feel like I haven't wasted my years in my room within the four walls of it. She agrees not to drift away without her knowledge in the calamities I am alone in her.

Agree despite her anxiety so that I can be pleasant, funny memories that can improve my day by remembering it one day. So I'm very grateful to her for protecting me and letting me relax so that I can feel the experience and the adventure.

Minutes and my room was just a pile of clothes, everywhere you would find clothes, "I don't have clothes, it's torture." I wept sitting on the floor and kicking clothes away tightly.

Only when an important occasion comes two things happen: face blisters, and no clothes.

I wouldn't think of it coming on the resume, I just can't find clothes for a party night.

"What about pants, and that's like a waistline?" she looked at Jesse holding the two pieces on top of her body as she looked in the mirror.

I looked at it thoughtfully, jeans cut at my knees with some scribbles scattered around, and I don't know what they call these. But it resembles an ancient black-colored corset with thin campaigns embroidered with golden and white pearls, and a short piece of my stomach.

It will be complete with a black high-heeled leather boot, a Gucci strap, a lift of my hair in a tight hair tie, an eyeliner touch to give cat eyes, and a dark lipstick, that's my taste.

I clapped with admiration picked up from Jesse's hand the two pieces, and exhorted a triumph. "Finally, we found the solution." I ran to the toilet and changed, while they were already ready, they were just going to put on some makeup.

As soon as I opened the toilet door, I was dragged over the chair opposite my mirror, I grabbed my hair, pulled it up, and I gripped it under my breath when I felt some strands ripped out.

I knocked my forehead with reproach. "Close your eyes, let me master the calligraphy," she said, concentrating on the Hell's Limit trying to put the liner in. What Georgia really masters is putting cosmetics.

Jesse trims her nails and grumbles every five seconds until we hurry.

Finished. I stood and glanced at my form as I turned half a gesture so that I could be seen from all directions.

"New i********: Update." I picked up my world-branded phone and took a quick picture of tonight's costume. I dropped the phone after I posted my picture helping me finish her hair.

She made more than fifty braids so that her hair would take shape on a regular basis, and here we suffer as we break her hair.

I interrupted Jesse's murmuring for the millionth time today Bunny's phone ringing that cursed the caller before answering indignantly. "f*****g Mark... isn't your good family... when will you stop?"

Suddenly she closed her eyes, taking her breath slowly so as not to lose her temper. "I'm not your pigeon!" She cried out and gave me the phone to flip my eyes with her own indignation.

"Lucas, come on! What do you want?" I wearyly wondered, "Shall I finish this and finish his bullshit?" My thought stopped when he wondered. "Are you really going to go to a nightclub dressed like this? Why didn't you remove the ban?"

The girls stopped doing what they were doing, watching my reaction by stitching it between their eyebrows, "What clothes?" What clothes are he talking about!

"Soul.. You just posted a picture of you!" he said, and I picked up the loud sound, proof that he was there, but in an area far from the loudspeaker, I stuck my eyebrows in suspicious so I could see my clothes again.

"What's it to you? I wear what I want, do I happen to be under your tutelage or something?" I got irritated when I regained consciousness and realized what he was saying, funny.

Saul interrupted him before he continued. Take care of your clothes first. Hell, Luke." And for the second time he hung up in his face with a cynical spring.

She laughed ridiculously as the phone was thrown over the bed, "Is he jealous?" she wondered Jessie with a stitch between her dissatisfied eyebrows, and a cynical smile.

Well, that's funny. I said laugh. "Did you look for how to win a girl's heart in 30 days?" Bani laughed hard, shook her head and slapped Georgia as she missed her last cue.

"He must have," she said sarcastically, and at the end of her speech she applauded triumphantly because Bani's hairstyle was finished and he was on the runway.

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