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Arabella Carter
A sixteen year old with a naive heart and innocent brain; she is the literal definition of sweetness. She is one of- no IS the t...
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ARABELLA
Whining for the hundredth time this morning, I plopped down onto the soft white carpet in front of my closet. I couldn't find a single top to cover the marks that are still imprinted on my neck. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think they'd just disappear overnight. Not that I'd admit it, I actually liked the look of them scattered all over me, others might call them tacky but it just shows that Kade and I are official. He's mine, I'm his.
I was about to decide to just wear a scarf all day, but thankfully I spotted a pastel green turtle neck knitted jumper.
"Yes!" I squealed, doing a little happy dance. I can't even remember buying the item of clothing, but I didn't mind and just grabbed a beige mini skirt out my drawer and hurried to put them on. The skirt is a little short and goes nowhere near my knee, but I think I look decent so I dismissed it and brushed my hair.
Talking of my hair, I really have to get it done soon seeming as the tips are starting to split.
Applying a bit of clear mascara and cherry chapstick, I ran downstairs hoping there were some pancakes left. I can also smell bacon but I really don't like the two together. Blueberries, Strawberries, Nutella on pancakes? One hundred percent!
Outfit:
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Walking into the kitchen, my frilly socks tapped against the tiles making my family lookup. My mom was sitting at the head of the table with a steaming mug in her hand. I hate to say it, but she looked terrible. Her once lively eyes looked dull and had bags underneath, she looked ghostly pale. I frowned at her appearance but didn't comment on it, that would just be rude. Axel sat to the left of my mom with a string of crispy bacon hanging out this mouth. Ew. Charlie was sat next to him with a glass of water at his lips. This is awkward.
The sight of golden pancakes in the centre of the table caught my attention. I didn't even mutter a good morning before I went barrelling over to the sweet treats.
