⚠️PAUSED⚠️
Michelle Sinclair, 18 year old daughter of the Sinclair fashion designers, is pretty much the same as all the other girls her age. She loves clubbing, skating, dating and all the other stuff everyone else does.
Even tho she has famous pa...
It's Monday and I'm getting ready for school as usual. I'm trying my best not to think about Tom and it's kinda working. I'm focusing on myself more.
Today, i want to look good, mainly for Marcus. I want him to show me some attention, that he likes me. I'll do anything to be perfect for him.
I straightened my hair, leaving it down. I did my makeup as usual, putting in my hoops and smaller heart earring. I made sure to have my skin hydrated, lips soft, makeup perfect.
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I picked some outfit i knew he would love. I took a white tank top, a navy blue, tight, soft hoodie over and some creamy flare pants. It shoved of my body shape.
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I sprayed my perfume on, making sure i look good once again. I wanted to wear some looser pants but he doesn't like that, which is fine. Anything he likes, right?
Actually i felt terrible doing all this, he should adore me the way i am. I'm so hopeless.
I took a deep breath, as i took all the things i need and placed them into my backpack. I ran down the stairs, taking a banana and putting on my converse.
I hopped in the car, where Mike already waited for me. "What took you so long?" he patted my head, making me slap his hand away. "You'll ruin my hair." i raised my voice at him, immediately making sure it looks good.
"Calm down geez." he rubbed his hand placing it back at the wheel. "Are you okay?" he asked me calmly, probably noticing my shaking hands. "I'm fine, just ride." i sighed, closing my eyes. He didn't say anything for the rest of the ride, which i was grateful for.
After a few minutes we made it to school, i grew a lot more nervous. My hands were slightly shaking, i felt like throwing up. "Michelle, are you sure you are feeling well?" Mike asked me with concern in his voice.
I didn't say anything, i just got out of the car and walked to his side, waiting for him to get out. He got out and before he got the chance to close the door I hugged him tightly, letting my muscles relax.
