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This story is kind of a short story...but not really. Happy reading! ♥
This chapter is dedicated to LostBandGirl for becoming my first, and so far only, fellow South African Wattpad friend :D
UPDATE (September 2019): Please note! I wrote this story between the youthful ages of 16 and 17. Please forgive me. I apologise in advance for the unlawfully lacking plot and to be completely honest with you, re-reading this story now (at the age of 22) I cringe at every paragraph :/ but I'm curious about whether or not there is hope for my characters and their non-existent plot after all. If you continue to read this story, THANK YOU! I love you already! And please: Feel the utmost freedom to pass any judgement and critical comments at any point--I will not blame you at all. Just have fun with it ;)
Trish
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CHAPTER 1
My word, that woman is just so infuriating. First of all, she tells me that they are out of chocolate milkshakes. I mean, how the hell do you have a cafe and run out of chocolate milkshake? Second of all, she won't let me pay for my orange juice with my credit card. Apparently, they don't accept credit anymore. This damn miniature restaurant has been alive and kicking for the past 10 years and now, all of a sudden, they only accept cash? That is just pathetic.
My anger at being deprived of my dreamy chocolate heaven has now turned to rage due to the fact that I can't even settle for orange juice. I slam the bottled orange-health on the counter and, just to prove a point, scoff loudly before storming out of the little cafe.
Liz, the cafe owner, seems to hate me. No, hate isn't actually that bad. She despises me, detests me, and treats me as if I'm a mosquito that just bit her ten thousand times. I swear, if I wasn't the daughter of the most influential, rich man in the town, she would have tried to swat me by now.
I shove my hands into my coat pockets as I power-walk down the street. I may as well go home and sleep seeing as I have nothing else better to do.
I expect to return home to an empty house seeing as my father is working late tonight and I know my mother is out spending all of his money. To my surprise, however, there is small girl crying on the steps of our porch.
A normal, kind-hearted person would have gone up to her and tried to comfort her, or even just left her alone. But not me. I don't even have a heart.
"Who the heck are you?" I glare down at her tiny figure. She looks up at me, fear and hurt in her eyes.
"My name is Lilly," she practically squeaks. I know I probably shouldn't be so harsh, but then again she is on my porch. And then again, I am horrible me.
"Well, I don't know what you're doing here and I don't actually care. But you can't be here," I snap. She looks around six or seven years old, whereas I am seventeen. The look she gives me is harsh and judgemental, nothing I'm not used to. But she should have more respect. Oh please, my inner voice tells me. What do you know about respect? True, but still. She has no right to be here.
"I'm looking for my puppy. He ran away," she sniffs.
"Oh, you poor baby," I pout childishly. "Let me repeat myself: I. Don't. Care," I utter each word with added harshness.
Finally getting the hint that i don't want her to be here, Lilo or Lil or whatever, gets up off the porch and runs away down the street, sobbing uncontrollably. Hey, it's not my fault that kids can't look after their pets.
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This is my first chapter, i know it's really short but i'm just trying this story out so i'm not really sure about the plot yet...not completely anyway :)
And the main purpose of this chapter was to show you Julia's complete and utter harshness. I hope I got her to sound harsh enough.
Thank you for reading, I would appreciate comments--good and bad!
Trish
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Teen Fiction"I enjoy spending time with you Jules," he says into my hair. This obviously sends shivers through my whole body. Being the useless idiot that I am, I actually shiver. He leans back with a look of amusement on his face. "Are you cold?" he asks. "I...
