Till I met you (Bound)

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contained does a lot in deciding how interesting my life would transform or the polar opposite; I didn't want the polar opposite. I heaved a sigh clasping my hands together before settling them on my thighs. Well, here goes

my lungs out, exhausting my voice to the last of its capacit

. I jumped on my bed and danced silly around my room, my life was about to get better—it was about to get eventful! Ever since we moved to Fulton, Our lives had been pretty casual, shall I say? No, it was annoyingly tedious. It s

nd made its way into my throat, I let out another sick yell that

his voice from pinching into my ears. I guess mine must have d

re making my way out of my ro

on a swivel chair with his headphone around his neck and his hands dangling, rolling his eyes. Sometimes I wished they'd

lazy hands, I aimed for the console itself, too bad. He g

rom me, lovely sis? Cause I'd really like you to scram" His sarcasm m

res. Yep, typical me. The shelf made a rumbling noise from objects that fell out of place as a result of my hit. I mouthed a sorry e

blings. Ever

didn't like being seen as cute at the moment, he was in his typ

id of you," He made a relieved face althoug

her she's bac

t you to make my life unbearable, I'm

y, just imagine how it feels to be away from

he ran his hands through his light brown hair—contra

to. Smirks aren't my thing, Henry made that clear after showing me a picture of a patient with part

tray of cookies from the oven! And when you told Tracy I wet the bed back in fifth g

grade, two years older than you and way out of your leagu

er get, let it dawn on you, Dawn!" Now he wore a triumphant simper, whenever he

ings I was gonna miss—those things I felt as though I was losing. I'd mis

ery memory I cherished had him in it. Somehow, he managed to grow taller than I was in the blink of an eye which makes me sometimes

t. Still, she made time when she could to make sure we lived our best lives. It's funny how I vaguely remembered a father a

, so it stopped so his soul wouldn't. His physical features waned from my memory with tim

exceptional of a man he was. A kind heart and a smile that lightens up one's day, she'd alwa

, how his hair was like a rainy night—dark but shiny. I missed out on so

ment," he motioned towards the screen

At least you're

someone I kno

t though, I was pretty ordinary. Talents? none. Dreams? Nope. Interests? Uh, Nope; except if writing

tween the strings life sprung. I rolled my eyes and w

tial plan was to sort some of my belongings, resumption isn't until after a few weeks bu

escaped the ponytail I tied it into before grabbing my phone from the stool that rested on the wall next to my bed, I came on and revealed the

got into that colle

hree dots paced forward and backwards to

girl, I knew

a dozen butterflies flutter in my stom