Age Is Just A Number

Holly Starr is a 14 year old girl with black hair with red streaks,chocolate brown eyes,and is also emo.She was born with a low self esteem,and also without parents.They gave her up for adoption at the age of two,they didn't want her.She's been adopted twice,once when she was seven,and once when she was ten.But none of them worked out.Nobody wants an emo daughter,she's different from the other kids at the agency.One day an eighteen year old guy named Kellin Quinn comes to the agency,looking for a kid.Holly doesn't think he'll pick her...read more to find out.

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14. Chance Encounters

"Ugh, I feel so fat," I groan.

   I stare at myself in the full length mirror in disgust, I'm a hundred and fifteen pounds, I've gained two within the last week. My black barely there shorts make my thighs look huge, my red spandex belly shirt is really not helping either. My black leather, knee length boots are the only attractive thing I'm wearing.

"Stop that. You're far from fat babe," Charlotte scolds.

   I roll my eyes and start applying my thick back eyeliner around my deep brown eyes. Afterwards I add some cherry red eyeshadow and tease my hair.

"You ready to go hoes?" Xavier smiles as he barges into the room.

   Charlotte turns around with the classic 'I'm gonna kill you' look. She definitely looks way hotter than I do. Her hair is thrown into a half up half down curly style and her makeup looks all natural. Her denim shorts compliment her legs and her deep purple tube top is overtopped with a denim half jacket. Gosh why can't I ever look even half that good?

"Call us hoes again and you'll be sorry," Charlotte glares.

   He throws his hands up in front of him in mock defense and looks at her with the old 'Ooh I'm so scared' expression. She smiles devilishly and walks over to him, she snatches a bottle of cotton candy perfume and sprays it all over him while I laugh my ass off.

"Agghhh! I take it back!" He yells while jumping all the way back to the doorway.

   Charlotte smiles and grabs her Prada bag off of the nightstand. I grab my car keys and my wallet, throw them carelessly in my pocket, and follow them both out the door.

   Xavier starts rambling on about the guy we're supposed to sleep with and I only pay half of my attention to his nonstop speech. I'm too busy thinking about how much of a rollercoaster my life has become, I'm just a piece of white trash.

   When I was with Kellin I thought I was worthless enough, but now look at what I've been up to for the last five years of my life. I've earned the label "Slut", robbed a shit load of banks, gotten high as fuck on numerous occasions, I'm now addicted to smoking, and I've sadly been in the situation where I've killed three people.

   I'm a monster. Every little thing schools and parents tell their children not to do under any circumstance, I've done at least twice. And the sad thing is that I'm only nineteen years old. I've heard it all from people close or so I thought close to me outside the gang. Whore, Druggie, Alcoholic, Thief, Murder, Worthless bitch and everything in between. 

   I've only gotten high, drunk, and taken up smoking because it seemed to ease the pain. When I left I realized that I did love Kellin, more than I'd originally thought. I missed him, and regretted not going back home with him. It was too late once I'd started my life of crime though, there was no going back for me.

   I wonder where he is? How old he is? I count up the days. Wow, today's actually his twenty-third birthday. What has he been up to? I really hope he moved on, didn't think about me every second of every day and miss me so much it was deadly like I have him.

"We're here ladies," Xavier grins. "Second floor, room two thirty."

   Xavier starts making his way back to our apartment complex while me and Charlotte make our way up the elevator of this huge, fancy hotel. When we get to the second floor and find the room, we hear a conversation in full swing, two men are arguing.

"You invited a couple of whores here?! Destinee will fucking kill me!" Boy one shouts.

"She won't find out, and besides, they'll be in my bedroom all night anyways," Boy Two sighs.

   Charlotte taps lightly on the door, making the argument jolt to a sudden stop. I hear footsteps and the door clicks unlocked, a brunnette boy is standing there with a polite smile.

   That's not what catches my attention though. The other boy is sitting on the couch, with a remote in one hand and craning his neck to see in front of the brunnette.

   When I realize who that boy is, and what he meant to me and still means to me today, my heart starts flying. That boy is Kellin Quinn. The floor instantly rushes up to my face.

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