How I Got Here.
Chapter One
"Repeat after me," said Lydia. "L'homme mange du riz."
"L'homme mange- what the hell. 1. Why are we speaking French? 2. And that means the man eats rice... I thought you were supposed to be my new 'psychologist'." Paige said angrily.
Lydia stuck out her tongue. "I need to study French..."
Paige got off of her twin bed, grabbed a scarf from the dirty laundry basket and left.
Lydia let out a loud sigh. *AKJFHSDFLJAFL* A loud crashing sound tunneled down the hall way.
"What the hell did you do!?" Lydia cried. Her art masterpiece, a sculpture of a sail boat, was now shattered into small bits. 5 feet behind the mess was the firey, red head, arms-crossed, no guilt. "Paige!! Why would you... Why!! Do you know how much time I spent on this?"
Paige stood there, blankly. The world started rotating very fast. She couldn't see straight, walk straight. This hadn't happened to her since that one football game. Oh God... Now she was thinking about the game. The one she has tried to forget all year.
Paige fell into the sculpture, deeply cutting into her arm and shoulder.
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