Maybe We Can Make It
Chapter 1
Hi. Hello. Hey. It's me and my GFF (Goth Fellow Friend), 'srslyIhatethatword'. This is our new story. It's about Jade and her two, twin, 14 year old sisters, blah, blah, blah. Just read it. And review. Good People. First Chapter by srslyIhatethatword.
Mirra's POV
"Mia! It's like fifty-thousand-gejlion degrees outside! How can you wear THAT?"
"Mirra, unlike you, I use real words. It's only like sixty degrees and the air conditioner is on"
"No, it's not on!"
"Will you two shut up! Mirra leave her very long shirt alone and Mia, stop being so mysterious" Our older sister shouted.
"Says the girl who keeps a shovel in her back seat!"
"I keep it there in case Vega asks for another ride to her doom-I mean school"
Way to keep your hatred inside sister dearest.
"You're a real freak sometimes, Jade"
Mia! Groan. Don't say that to Jade!
"Mia, I think she's gonna use her scissors on you!"
What can I say? I like my sisters head in tack.
Where did that come from.
I wonder if my brain can wonder off on its own without Mia's brain getting mad.
If she or Jade heard me think that they would say 'You have a brain?'
"Mirra! Stop spazzing out! We're here"
Yay rhymes!
"At school?"
"No, we're at a damn hospital so I can go scare the new-born babies"
Don't you dare pout.
"For you that's very tempting" Thank you Amelia.
Don't tell her I called her by her full name, my sister gets violent.
Time to do my homework.
What? I'm too lazy to do it at home.
"Later" That's mean Jade, leaving me alone with my stubborn twin sister.
Huff.
"Bye! See you at lunch!" I wonder if my siblings are embarrassed of me. Nah…
"Mirra, shut up" No need to hiss.
She can be soooooo mean sometimes.
"Anyway, please take of that shirt"
"Why does it bother you so much"
"Cause I feel the warmth for you"
"That's not possible"
"Bu-"
"I'm walking away now, cause hanging out with you makes me depressed"
Clank! Clank! My dear readers that is the sound of my sisters combat boots on the dirty floor of Hollywood Arts.
"Don't you wa-"
"Hey Mirra" Holy shittin Buddha! It's him, Squeal!
Keep your cool.
"Oh, hey Frankie" Oh God those dreamy eyes…
"I just wanted to give you back your sisters guitar book"
Ouch…
"Um, sure" Wah!
"And I wanted to ask you something" Nervous much.
"Sure, shoot"
"WillyougototheKickBackonFrid aywithmeeWellbyeseeya"
What. The. Hell.
"Frankie!"
Boys are weird.
Way to keep your cool.
Stupid warning bell interrupts my inner dialogue like he owns it.
Wait a minute this isn't my sister's guitar book.
It's her dairy. Say whaaa?
I really should not read it.
But I must.
Maybe then I will know why see wears those ugly, ratty long shirts.
My homework can wait.
Dear Diary, (That sounds like I'm love-sick 13 year old)
This week was really bad for me. My hideous new step-mom and Dad saw my Tattoo.
Why did my father marry HER?!
She brought her stupid son with, Jared.
He is soooo annoying(I really sound like Mirra)But He's a NEW kind of annoying, he keeps looking at me like I'm a piece of meat. He gets touchy when we are alone, even though he's nineteen.
But he did something horrible last night.
He said "I don't want to share you, babe. Your mine!" Then he... he raped me. My sister found me sobbing in my room something I NEVER did. Even when Mom died when I was six. I told her I was sad because I didn't please my step mother. And she didn't even question me anymore, like what?! Where is my nosy little sister that I know and love?
Hate
Mia.
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That damn bastard raped my sister!
Oh God I'm a terrible sister! I should have pressed the answer out of her.
Wah…
If it wasn't for class right now, people would have seen me crying on the creative stairs of Hollywood Arts.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Why did I pick that as my ring tone?
I swiped out my yellow PearPhone from my red short shorts pocket.
New Texts Message From: Sissy Boo I Read You. (Cute name right)
Where are you? Miss. Davil is in a** mood today.
(Eye roll)
Reply To: Sissy Boo I Read You.
Holy Cranberry's I forgot we had Language Arts!
Tell her I...um...had to go puke!
New reply from: Sissy Boo I Read You.
Graphic. Hurry her wart is throbbing, maybe if you are gone longer it will pop.
Yes sis, I'm the graphic one.