Chapter1
Tawni's talking.
She can talk freely without a care in the world.
She does not have to worry about what she blabbered on and on about because no one would hurt her for saying it.
I sometimes wish that I had a life like Tawni's…
Conor would be here in a few minutes and I wouldn't want to keep him waiting. He gets mad when he has to wait, but only because I'm not putting enough effort into being punctual.
"S-sorry Tawn, but my ride should be here. I'll see you tomorrow." I say cutting the blonde diva off mid-rant.
She frowns but says nothing. Instead she simply waves as I vacate the bedazzled dressing room.
It feels good to be alone in the corridor. I'm able to be depressed and wallow in despair .
Did you know that my dad left when I was 10…- trust me that's the least of my problems. Yep, little miss happy-go-lucky is secretly little miss miserable. I'm like Hannah Montana minus the wig and fabulous life.
I hear the distant sound of people talking .I'm not in the mood to force that painful smile on my face.I don't want to pretend that everythings fine.I want to scream and punch something,anything….so long as it does not fight back.
"MOOO,MOOOO" my phone sounds waking me from my thoughts.I pick up my pace to the parking lot .I know that its wants to know where I am.
I slip the smart –phone out of my back pocket and press the green button.
"I'm on my way." I say phone simply cuts after had nothing else to say to one another so why waste minutes?
