The Blue Eyes Rejected Me

riend, Kristin, asks while rubbing her chin like she has a beard. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed

he ceiling stroking my imaginary beard, "and the day before that." I grin at Kristin who scowls back at me. I retur

mighty heap of clothes that are piled on the floor right in front of the clo

from my house had its benefits such as being able to walk to and from, and getting a bunch of coffee. However, one of its benefits was not its pay. Wor

its butt." Kristin said holding one of my favorite shirts, a blue Doctor Who

"I happen to love that shirt thank you very much. And I wouldn't even let your dog go near this shirt let

s up from her position on my bed and plops herself down next to my mountain of clothe

een eyes are tired and lack their usual shine. I sigh again and grab my brush from its place on the counter next to the sink. Running my fingers through my deep brown hair before my brush goes through, I try to style it like Kristin's hair. It never works, and I wish, yet again, tha

ce. I grin to the mirror, an idea coming to my head. I silently turn around, take a couple of

smile my pearly whites at her and in return get eye daggers. I hold up my hands so that they create a heart with her in the middle.

I say sweetly, still h

kidnapping you and hiding you in my closet is a great idea. I mean,

t be happy if they have to leave their only daughter in San Diego while they go t

of the town you're moving to!" Kristin sh

f." I say as I grab my Dove lotion in one hand. In my other hand, I grab my blue and purple toothbrush and my Crest minty fresh toothpaste. Un

shrunken and the pile in my suitcase had grown. "Make sure all of the clothes actually fit in the s