an:
what a wait.
another massie chapter.
i was motivated.
mistakes are mine.
the Clique is not.
anyone up to be a beta?
This chapter is for entwined-leather, it's just that feeling, pillow-cases of hearts, twilight shopholic, and the wonderful oz.
and anyone else who alerted/read/favorited.
this chapter fails. but don't give up on me.
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;block, massie;
When I was six, my perfect little world came falling down.
With every home we lived, Kendra tried to piece our lives
back together. But our shattered lives is something that
not even Kendra can fix. No matter how hard she tries.
I was never and will never be perfect. But there was a time when I was happy. There was a time when Kendra wasn't so perfection-starved. There was a time when I had a father. His name was William Block. A beautiful man. He never expected me to be perfect. He had no expectations for me. He always told me that there nobody better then Massie Block, and I believed him. And now that he's gone, so is his little Massie.
And now, instead of nobody being better then Massie Block, everybody is.
Anyway, once upon a time, we were a family. But Kendra had to go and ruin it all. She fought over everything, and broke our family apart. I remember the day that my Dad died, everything happened so fast.
I was in my bedroom one second, hiding in the corner, blocking my ears, the sound of my parents' fighting seeping through the door. And the next second, Kendra was hovering over me, telling me to run. I ran down the stairs, and suddenly, I had a thought.
"Where's Daddy?" I remember screaming. And I will never forget the look of shock and fear in Kendra's eyes.
I turned back to run, and Kendra ran after me, screaming at me to come back. But I was fast. Too fast. I tripped into the kitchen, and looked frantically around for my dad. Suddenly, flames arose around me and I had never felt so much pain.
I passed out and woke up in the arms of a fire fighter. I whispered: "Daddy,"
It was the worst birthday ever.
The days after that, Kendra wouldn't let me look in the mirror, or speak about Dad. But the day of his funeral, I caught a glimpse of myself in a rain puddle. It was a blur, but I saw one long scar running down the side of my face.
One long scar reminding me everyday of my mothers' mistakes, my fathers' death, and who I once was.
My father died in the arms of flames.
Sometimes, I convince myself that when my father died, he took my happiness with him.
[and back to the present, we go]
Two days have passed, and I haven't spoken one word to Kendra. Or to anyone, really.
The few friends I had back in our old town called, but I ignored the calls. It's best to not get close to anyone from your past, and it's best to never say good-bye. Good-byes usually end in tears. And only weak people cry, according to Kendra. Which in many ways, due to my silent night sobs, makes me weak. Very weak.
"Massie, wake up. You begin school today."
I wake up to see Inez staring down at me. I nod silently, and thirty minutes after she's gone, I dress in nothing special, do nothing fancy to my hair, and cringe at the idea of wearing make-up. So, when I look at myself in the mirror, I see just a girl in a grey and black ensemble with untamed hair and a scar running down the side of her pale face.
Gorgeous.
Don't you just love teenage sarcasm?
When I get downstairs, Kendra stares at me once and sighs, barely trying to hide the disgust. "That's not a very attractive outfit. Don't you want to make an impression?"
I don't bother looking at her, and mutter. "Well, at least I'm going to school. It shows that I have a thirst for education and that should make some sort of impression," There's that teenage sarcasm, again.
We eat in silence after that. Or rather, I eat and Kendra picks at her food, pushing the eggs around with her fork.
I nod at her as some sort of good-bye/have a nice day, and follow Isaac into the driveway eventually.
"Briarwood-Octavian is a very prestigious school, Ms. Block. Very good academic programs." He says, trying to lighten the mood.
I ignore him, but smile. He makes a better effort then Kendra ever has.
When we arrive, I groan. High-school's a bitch.
"Thanks for the drive," I wave. As soon as I step foot on the school grounds, I know I'm in for a nightmare.
Girls dressed in designer gossip in little packs with their friends while boys try and look up their skirts. It's a sickening affair.
I sigh, and plug my iPod earphones into my ears.
High-school out. Music in.
At least, until the bell rings. After that, I'm screwed.
didn't go through for mistakes.
sorry, loves.
your review made me smile.
the story is going slow, but it'll speed up after this chapter
once i introduct everyone else.
i don't like this chapter. ugh.
