Chinese Girl Marriage

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Chinese Girl Marriage

I knocked on her door, but she didn’t answer. Slowly I turned the door handle, surprise when it turned fully and begun to creak ope, Chinese Girl Marriage. It wasn’t locked. I crept inside, shutting the door behind me. I looked about the room. Cans and bottles were scattered across the floor, each one labelled as either Jack Daniels or Jim Beam. Christan was curled up on her bed, a bottle of Jim Beam in her hand and tears streaming down her face. She looked a mess. Her eyes were blood shot and had dark bags underneath like she hadn’t slept in weeks, her skin was pale and her clothes and alcohol stains on them. I approached her slowly, easing myself on to the bed next to her. I snapped off the television, and rushed out into the lobby.

“Guys, get ready for a lot of oncoming patients! The fitness centre was just bombed!” Ten minutes later I pulled into the parking lot. I took a deep breath and sighed.

“I have to do this.” I whispered. “Eve,” Sadie’s voice awakened me from my trance, “it is almost time,” She was standing, garbed in a simple bridesmaid dress; I wanted this whole wedding to be subtle. It had to be small…

and perfect. The bell finally rang signaling it was okay to leave this hell hole for today.

When I was walking to my locker, I saw Mason leaning against the lockers looking smexi.

He had all the girls falling over him, and yet he choose me. In a way he made me feel special. I loved what he was wearing today.

It consisted of: Black skinny jeans, a lime green t-shirt, some converse, a silver watch, and a chain then hanged low onto his jeans. I touched my eyes, nearly gasping when I pulled the soaked fingers away. Before I could respond, I felt Cash’s hand wrap around mine. He nudged my index finger out and pointed it to the sky. Looking at the tray of cookies in her hands, Taylor suddenly felt nauseous. Blinking rapidly, she tried to calm her breathing, but it didn’t work. Slapping a hand over her mouth, she raced over to the bathroom, puking up the remnants of her lunch that afternoo, Chinese Girl Marriage.

A warm hand began rubbing up and down her back soothingly, while the other was holding up her hair. I shook my head and smiled.

“You’re charming, I’ll give you that much.”

Chinese Girl Marriage