Based (partly) on life events. Mostly my imagination.
No one can sugar coat my life. When I was 5 years old there was a big gas fire in the apartment building my mom, my sister, and I lived in. My mom came to wake my sister and I up, I could barely open my eye’s. And I refused to wake up. Then the smell of smoke came to my nostrils. I tried to escape my room, but by then the fire had surrounded me. The firemen later arrived, but it was to late, the fire had already taken its toll. And I would never be the same. Sugar Coat It The world around me is so beautiful. The trees gracefully swaying in the warm wind. Little girls giggling at each others secrets, couples having picnics in the park. Then there’s me, the misfit. I’m not beautiful, I just, don’t fit in. I didn’t tell her I was going to go to Jenna’s first, it isn’t like she would care. Not to mention it’s Jenna’s place, which is basically my second home. As I walked in to the sweet smell of molasses. Jenna is always bakes this time of year.
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