(Doesn't Have a Title Yet) Chapter 1
This story is about Elizabeth Little. A teenage girl who moves from British Columbia to Nova Scotia. What a life. So much drama, boyfriends and a lot of bullsh*t. There's a bit of a twist on the story. Please give feedback tell me what to change plz! I'm new at this so plz no hateful comments.
I woke up to the warm vibrant sun and it's rays streamed on my face. I peered out of one eye and blocked the sun with my hand. Normally I loved the sun but today it just got on my nerves. I had just recently moved to Nova Scotia from Surrey, B.C. It was January fifth and it was my first day at school. *Ugh school.*
I got up out of bed and stripped off my clothes and left a trail in the hallway. I turned on the shower head to medium heat. I hated cold showers more than anything. I'd always get goose bumps and shrivel up like a raisin. Instead I had warm/hot water relaxing my muscles. "Ahhhhhh." It felt really good.
About an hour later I was dressed and ready for school. I wore a purple sweatshirt over a white lace top with my scarlet curls propped on my head liberating a few strays. I looked quite awesome, if I do say so myself.
The bus horn beeped and I waved goodbye to Mazie my caramel border collie then ran outside. I just caught the bus when I realized there was only one seat by a boy with hypnotizing blue eyes and black hair. My mom always told me that blue-eyed boys were called "Blue eyed devils" in her day because you did whatever they said and were under their spell. That is a load of crap though.
I got up out of bed and stripped off my clothes and left a trail in the hallway. I turned on the shower head to medium heat. I hated cold showers more than anything. I'd always get goose bumps and shrivel up like a raisin. Instead I had warm/hot water relaxing my muscles. "Ahhhhhh." It felt really good.
About an hour later I was dressed and ready for school. I wore a purple sweatshirt over a white lace top with my scarlet curls propped on my head liberating a few strays. I looked quite awesome, if I do say so myself.
The bus horn beeped and I waved goodbye to Mazie my caramel border collie then ran outside. I just caught the bus when I realized there was only one seat by a boy with hypnotizing blue eyes and black hair. My mom always told me that blue-eyed boys were called "Blue eyed devils" in her day because you did whatever they said and were under their spell. That is a load of crap though.
Post Comment | View Comments
