No One Suspects the Girl in the Pink Dress
A short story by Kaylala
A short story by Kaylala
Beep.... Beep... Beep...Click! I slam the 'snooze' button on my alarm clock. Today was the first day of school and I was not ready. Not at all.
"Michaela Cortill!" Mom yells at me to get down the stairs "Breakfast is ready!"
My stomach growls, the little bubbles in my stomach hit against the walls forcing a gurgle out. I hated the feeling of being hungry. It's like a longing. Like your stomach longing for a friend. My mom's rule to eat is that we have to be ready before hand. I get out of bed and pull on a nice light blue hoodie-tee. Next, I pulled on a plain old pair of jeans. I go to the bathroom to do my hair. When I got there I found an old wrinkled piece of paper and in messy writing it read:
No one suspects the girl in the pink dress...
"Yeah right Mark!" I say at the top of my lounges, Mark was my older brother. He was always trying to scare me.
I pull my thick golden-brown hair into a pony-tail and look into the mirror to see my two, shining blue eyes. My eyes were my favorite feature of myself. I don't like my nose, my mouth, my eye brows, my eye lashes, but I love my eyes.
((WIP))
