Unfollower… AGAIN?! oh. maybe because my blog is boring. my posts are really lame. hahahaha right? well… i should not be affected. it’s my fault. there’s nothing interesting happening in my life nao that’s why i don’t have something to post and i don’t have an inspiration. lol okay nvm. forget it. goodnight tumblr. ☺
Comparing My Writing Style From Then to Now
16 Years old:
I breathed out in an unsteady way and ran my fingers through my hair. Today, I let my hair down. I tried to not let James’s sudden mood swing get to me, but I felt hurt. Maybe he was just trying to protect Reyna from me. Or maybe he was afraid that I would turn on him and Reyna as soon as I figured out Reyna’s dark secret. I let my hand fall to my side. Whatever the case was, I learned that day that I needed to gain their trust. No way was I going to turn on them, no matter what the secret was. I believed I totally understood what they were going through, because I had my own little secret as well. Then, I was suddenly inspired about how I was going to do it. When we came back to school on Monday, I was ready to tell Reyna something I kept to myself for a long time.
Current Date:
I could only nod my head as I brought the mug up to my lips. I stopped in mid motion, noticing that my cup was topped with little itty-bitty marshmallows in it. I couldn’t help but to smile a bit. My mom used to top my mug with marshmallows on cold winter days or days when I felt so alone. Pushing that thought back, I took a sip of the creamy liquid. Instantly, it warmed me and calmed most of my fears.
Alexi came beside Molly and wrapped a blanket around me, making me feel even more secure then I was before.
“T-thank you,” I managed before I held my mug in the palms of my hands just to keep me warm.
She grinned, putting her hands on her knees. “No problem. Now, let’s take a look at that ankle.”
