Will you continue my story?
As Rachel stared out the stained glass window at her mother speaking with a man she had never met. She couldn't help but...
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Pretzel · 61-69, M
Wonder why they kept looking up at her room as they spoke. And why they spoke as if they had known one another in a younger life. Or why she touched his arm just before he left. Her mother waved goodbye as the car drve down the road and lingered well after the car had turned a corner and disappeared.
GreenGoddess · F
It struck Rachel as odd but she had better things to worry about than other people. Like, what color to dye her hair, and if this dress made her butt look fat. "Rachel!" Her mother called up the steps. "Won't you come down for a moment." She sighed but set down her picture of her before slumping down the steps. "Yes mother?" The air in the room felt strange as her father motioned for her to sit down. "Please, we need to talk to you." Rachel shook her head. No, no this wasn't happening. "I'm sorry!" Her eyes began to well up with tears. "I don't mean to be so wrapped up in myself honest! I can change." Her mother smiled at her "Sweety this isn't your fault, please sit down." Rachel shook her head again, tears streaking her cheeks heavily now. "No!" She screamed as she bolted out the door...