grace
"grace, grace, grace." i kept hearing my name being called over and over again.
"what?" i mumbled.
"dinner is ready so come downstairs." my mom said leaving my room with the door open.
i stood so my feet were placed on the wooden floors that creaked every time you laid a finger on it.
i trudged to the mirror which revealed the horror i looked like.
my concealer was creased, mascara was under my eyes and my bun was a little to messy with pieces falling out left and right.
i took off my makeup revealing my bare face and my freckles scattered around my face.
i redid my hair making another messy bun but not with pieces floating around my face.
i walked down the stairs rubbing my eyes and mumbling still half asleep.
i stumbled into the kitchen seeing spaghetti set at the table.
i took a seat across from my mom as she asked me questions about if i was excited to start school, if the neighbors were nice to me, how my day went and shit that like.
i was finishing up with my meal when there was a sudden knock at the door.
"would you please go answer it." my mom said as she walked to the sink cleaning the dishes off.
i opened the door seeing them.
the boys from the coffee shop.
they both had chiseled jaw lines and hazel eyes except one had brown hair with blonde highlights and the other had hair so dark it was almost black.
"hi." the one with lighter hair said.
"i'm grayson and this is ethan." he spoke.
"i don't mean to be rude but can i help you?" i said as they let out a small laugh.
"we're your neighbors. you met our sister cameron earlier today." ethan said as i nodded feeling stupid.
"oh well hi, i'm grace." i told them with a weak smile.
"nice to meet you grace." grayson said smiling.
"grace who's at the door?" my mom scream asked.
"the neighbors!" i yelled back.
there was a small thud followed by my mom jolting to the front door.
"hello i'm grace's mom debbie." my mom said shaking their hands as i laughed.
"we'll see you around grace." ethan said as grayson gave a small wave.
they soon walked away and i closed the door locking it.
i hope he doesn't remember.
grayson
i hope she doesn't remember.
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i hate my life
