Puberty Ch2 Teenagers.
The one thing he hated. The one thing that he despised more than his current occupation was teenagers. He couldn't even remember his own teenage years but he knew that they were terrible none the less. 'Now Igor, just enjoy yourself! These are the best years of your life!' many adults he looked up to back then had told him. But no matter how hard he tried, the years were just too horrible.
And not to mention that human teenagers were worse when it came to attitude. They were snippy, snotty divas who all think that they know everything. He wouldn't be surprised if MTV aired a show about how bad these next few generations have gotten, and they'd probably use Mina's school as an example! Teenage Pregnancies, relationship drama, girls fighting over everything.
Puberty Ch1 So it's like this her family was freaking nuts.
Her knuckles were beginning to turn bone white when she clenched her hand into a fist around her last pencil. She's tried everything; from shoving ear plugs into her ears to blasting her stereo. And nothing, absolutely nothing could drown out the noise her older sister was making downstairs. It was a loud, very angry shriek that didn't stop for a minute, and they would break down into loud heart-breaking sobs.
And it was all over some goofy boy!
Mina growled, trying in vain to solve the math problem on notebook paper before her. She looked up at her clock, and realized that it had been three hours.
Three freaking hours since Lucy had burst through the front door begging for her old room back. And not once had she taken a breath to calm down.
Possession 14The day vanished; the sun dove into the land and sea and didn't return. All that there was in the sky was the moon burning blue fire until the smoke went into the sky making the darkness with the ash flaring and scattering resembling stars. Charlotte was, like last time, curled up next to me. I hadn't really known much of this feeling. Yes I was lying with Charlotte for a while a few days ago, but I had never embraced it like this. I knew of Philip's rage, but never like this. I just prayed that she would stay okay for the rest of the night and beyond that. She was my baby, my child, and my responsibility. It was my duty to protect her even if it meant having to take a gun to anyone that hurt her. I would refuse to let my guard down and would never allow anyone to touch her if it meant that she would come to harm. I'd kill to save her; I would kill But, I digress.
Oddly she felt very cold. Are children supposed to feel cold? I mean it could just be her, but, is this s