Meet Vannessa Walters, a teenager who lives a lavish lifestyle. She has things that most teenagers can only dream of having. But the problem is...
There is a cavernous hole in her heart that she desperately needs to fill due to tragic circumstances...
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Red.
It was the most prominent thing in my vision.
And if this wasn't real life, I would have mistaken the heat running through my veins as the feeling of my blood boiling.
How dare she?
The feeling that was coursing throughout every inch of my body was eccentric and unfamiliar. The last time I was this angry was on the night that my dad had grounded me.
And knowing that my emotions were circuiting into overdrive was concerning. It terrified me being under the compulsion of these strong feelings and not knowing what might happen next.
Delving into my long, comfy pajamas and going over chemistry and physics notes while sitting on my window seat with a comfy blanket sounded like the ideal luxury.
I missed the time when my self control was still intact. When I wasn't easily led astray by the vehemence of my imposing feelings.
But I couldn't help it.
I stormed into the school with an angry scowl plastered to my face. And as I made my way throughout the hallway, I glimpsed onlookers who were either gathered in small groups or standing by themselves in front of their lockers.
Some shot death glares my way. Some seemed curious and some whispered in their companion's ear.
Unfortunately, I heard some of their words as I meandered past them with clenched fists.
"Did you see Bella's post?" A girl exclaimed. Her attempt at whispering was a huge fail and I could hear her every word.
"Yeah. I saw it last night. She is such a homewrecker." The other girl sneered.
The first girl scoffed and was not the least bit caring with her next words.
"Doesn't she know that Sean is dating Bella again. They're the perfect match?"
"Like who does she think she is?" Girl number two concluded.
There were other harsh remarks and if it were any other day, I would have cowered from their hate speech and would have been overcome by anxiety and possibly, a bad case of depression before delving into an unhealthy amount of schoolwork as a coping mechanism.
