My Prophet
Don't Mind Us
I angrily glared at Savannah and my mother, as Andy kept his arms securely wrapped around my body. Savannah had a smug smirk on her face.
"What?" I said, a bite to my voice.
"Just wanted to check on you." My mother said.
"Well we are fine, and we're going home tonight." I said, standing up. Andy followed soon after, and grabbed my hand.
"Coralie.." She said, shaking her head, "Don't make any rash decisions."
"It's not rash. I should have never brought Andy here. I knew you weren't going to like him, and that should have been enough. Now that the entire family is here, it was really a mistake. We're going home." I said, pulling him into the house.
"Who will you spend Thanksgiving with?" She yelled after us.
"Each other." I shrugged, as we ran up the stairs. I felt the eyes of my entire family on us. Finally, we reached my room.
"Do you want me to look up flights?" Andy asked.
"Yeah." I nodded, massaging my temples.
"I'm really sorry baby." He said, pulling out his laptop.
"It's fine."
Notes
A little filler! Sorry it's so short! The next will be longer and drama filled!
@ItsAllDoneForYou
I know the feeling. My stories from two years ago on here are just cringe-worthy in my opinion. But I definitely can relate to the your main character already just because of the the dance aspect. Kind of reminds me of my series "The Mortician's Daughter/Lost It All" and "Wretched and Divine/Ohio Is For Lovers" Those two series are dance related which are my favorite types of stories to write
6/27/15