Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A Chapter by Lime-Eater
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It's a chapter

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"UGHHH!" It was only three weeks until school was out for summer vacation, but for Macey, three weeks was almost like three months...

 

     I rolled out of bed and put on my favorite outfit. A bright pink skin tight shirt with beautiful glittering flowers all over it, and a pair of light skinny jeans with my pink flip-flops.I looked in the mirror, and -of course- I LOVED what I saw.

      I had shiney, curly , black hair that fell on my shoulders and always looked perfect. And, not trying to brag, but my face wasn't so bad either. I had a dark complection and had NO acne what so ever, not on my face, back, shoulders, NO WHERE. I also had beautiful crystal blue eyes that shined and a small nose -thank God-. I also had HUGE curves! I looked good in any outfit. I was also the most popular girl in school -the ONLY good thing about it-.

       After a good look in the mirror, I went down stairs to get some breakfast. But, mom wasn't there making some. Instead of totally freaking out, I went to the cabinet to get some Coco Puffs -my favorite- and poured me a bowl of cereal. Half way through my breakfast I heard a light knock on the door, so I got up and answered it. When I opened it no one was there. "Stupid prankers" I whispered to myself.

       It was time to leave, but mom never showed up. Now, I know what your thinking, "Well why doesn't she get her Dad?" Well I'll tell you why. No, not because my parents are devorcied or because he died. To tell you the truth, No one knows who he is. I'm not trying to tell a sob story, but I'm telling what happened......

       My mom was raped but, She refused to get an abortion. She said that she doesn't belive in it. So, when she had me the police asked her if she wanted them to take a DNA test and figure out who my father was, but again, she rufused. She said -this time- that she didn't want to know that she wanted this all to blow over... So, That is why I don't have a father. And, that is why I love my mom more than anyone else in the world.



© 2011 Lime-Eater


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Yeah..... you need to work on grammer :/ Nice idea... But I think this wasn't very well thought out D:

Posted 13 Years Ago


glittering flowers all over it, and a pair of light skinny jeans with my pink flip-flops.= comma unnecessary
I had shiney, curly , black hair= I had shiny and curly black hair.
complection= complexion
poured me a bowl of cereal.= poured myself
Half way= one word
"Stupid prankers" I whispered to myself.= 1) start new paragraph, 2) comma after pranksters and before the "
devorcied= divorced
the truth, No one= n does need to be capitalized
happened......= ABUSE. RIGHT. THERE. STOP.
My mom was raped but, She refused to get an abortion.= the 's' does not need to be capitalized
rufused.= refused
that she didn't want to know that she wanted this all to blow over...= that she didn't want to know, that she wanted this all to blow over. (three unnecessary)
So, That= pick one

It's a good start, but the background information is too rushed. You could vaguely explain it and later build on it.



Posted 13 Years Ago


Pink? Really? Red or yellow, even white I would understand, but pink? Well, whatever. Great job!

Posted 13 Years Ago


coolieo story so far em BUT y does the girl like pink!!! jk its still cool BUT y does she LIKE PINK!!! lol ok keep writing! :) now write it now >:O

Posted 13 Years Ago


I hope you like it! It's a little short but I like it. Please read and review it! Thanks! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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