June Writing Challenge: Lazy

I know…I know, I’m so behind on this. Literally months behind. I’m hoping by at least the end of the year I’ll finish this up. This is exactly why I have yet to ever complete NaNoWriMo, I’m so inconsistent during the school year. If it was during the summer, I’d be all over it because during the summer my creative juices are overflowing and I don’t have school to worry about. I doubt I’ll do it next year though, I’ll be busy worrying about college. Anyway enough ranting, onto the story!

9. (Sat) Lazy

After high school, Vivienne didn’t expect to keep in touch with her sister Zoey.  Zoey had always been on the opposite end of the spectrum in comparison to Vivienne. In all honesty, Vivienne couldn’t even remember a day when she got along with her older sister. Therefore it was much of a surprise to Vivienne when Zoey showed up at her doorstep  one early Saturday morning.

“Uhm good morning?”

Love in the Snow

Thick white flurries of snow whipped around violently in the wind in the crowded parking lot, adding to the mass of snow covering the ground as Giselle waited patiently in her car. Both hands gripped at her phone, awaiting a sign of …

Sisterly Love (1/?)

Mariah

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been in my sister’s shadow. Relatives always remember Ashylee’s name but I am referred to as “her sister”. Not Mariah, just Ashylee’s sister. Not much set Ashylee and I apart. She is two inches taller than me, has hazel eyes instead of blue, and has long wavy brown hair as opposed to my long straight locks.

Seasons of Love (Year One, Summer)

I felt my stomach doing aerobics every time I saw Adam. But I couldn’t tell him. Deep down, I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with him.

Seasons of Love (Year One, Spring)

My parents never found out about winter vacation.

Seasons of Love (Year One, Winter)

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Winter rolled around quicker than I hoped. Winter coats and boots were everywhere. I was still the Texas girl wearing sneakers in late December. But Adam didn’t care.

Seasons of Love (Year One, Fall)

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School started in the fall the year I met Adam.

Beauty

Cassidy’s fingertips brushed against the rough surface of the canvas. It was beautiful, just like him. Nothing could reflect the absolute beauty that radiated from the painting. The long hours he spent, once thought of as wasted time, was actually put to good use. She smiled as she watched the man rummaging through various drawers, frantically searching for a color.

“It’s beautiful baby. Absolutely beautiful,” she whispered. He stopped looking through the draws for a second to turn and look at her and gave her a sheepish smile. “I…uhm was going to give it to you for your birthday but-“ she silenced him by grabbing his hand caressing it gently.

“I love it. Just like I love you.”

Love

Love.

What do I know about love? In the mind of an eighteen year old, love should be nothing but a speck to the things I think of. But that is not the case for me.

Love hurt me.

Love broke my heart.

Love…scarred me.