When I got home we are supposed to go out to dinner. My mom makes us dress up nice for dinner.
"Look at you so spiffy." Dominic smiled big. He looked at the mirror in my room.
"Don't ever say that word. "
"I'm pretty spiffy, now that I think about it. " He blew his nails and whipped them on his shirt.
"Oh my-" I facepalmed myself.
"Come on lighten up. Girls like happy guys. " He started dancing a little.
I put my hands on his shoulders. "Not too happy. "
"You're a Debbie downer. Imma start calling you Debbie. "
"No. "
"DEBBIEEEE!" He squealed and ran into his room.
"Dom. No!" I tried to chase after him.
"Ughhh. "
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The Leftovers
Teen FictionI had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.
