Hi lovely people! I'm so excited to write the next chapters filllllled with emotions and all that stuff!
The end will leave you in gasps and happy tears!
Keep reading!
Love ya all,
-Author.
+Sandra's outfit (the top pic)^^
This. Can't. Happen.
This can't effing happen!
No it can't
It's the truth Sandra
"No it can't!", I screamed and threw the nearest thing to me on the wall which turned out to be a board game.
This can't happen!
He did very wrong to me!
But you still love him Sandra
You still love Andrew
No!!!!!!!!!
I can't be inlove with Andrew he did very bad with me.
He abused me
Hit me
No I can't love him!
You do
No I don't
Yes you do
An then again in frustration I hit another object to the wall which was an empty box of my headphones.
"Sandra?", Alex knocked on the door.
Relax Sandra
Relax
"Yeah? Come in Alex no need to knock", I rubbed my forehead.
He came in with a girl following.
"Uh this is Melissa. You're stylist", he introduced.
Melissa seemed a jolly person of 25 years or something.
"Hey", I shook hands with her.
"I'm Sandra", I smiled.
"Nice to meet you", she smiled back.
She's a good person
"Okay for starters Melissa. This girl- sorry this tomboy here is really boyish she doesn't know anything about styles and anything", he explained.
Hey! That's rude!
"Excuse me Alex. I do know about straightening hair. Remember when we had to go to Uncle Paul's house? I did straighten my hair and-", Alex didn't let me finish.
"And ended up burning three of your fingers, one strand of your hair and half portion of the dresser. So shut up", he rolled his eyes.
Huh!
Melissa giggled.
"So you have to make her look extremely stunning. Got it?", Alex hopefully said.
"Yeah.got it", Melissa smiled.
"Hurry up Sandy you got only 4 hours.", he rushed me towards the wash room.
"Yeah. Only 4 hours", I snickered.
"Melissa you get your things settled. I'm going to check the decorations Sandy", he shouted from outside.
"Kay", I shouted back.
I turned on the hot water and got a relaxing shower.
After showering I pulled on some easy clothes so that I don't get tired while getting myself styled.
I opened the wash room and saw Melissa waiting for me.
"Let's get started", she smiled.
I nodded and sat on the stool infront of the dresser.
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Story of a Tomboy
RomanceSandra Campbell, a girl who loves football more than anything, eats more than guys, and can fight anyone who comes at her, is a tomboy. That's what her friends call her but she never accepts it. "playing with a ball does not make me a boy!'' "what a...
