My Consequences - EMMA SMITH (chrysanthemum read aloud txt) 📗

Why did you freak out?” Diana asked me. I looked over at Michael, he was completely gorgeous, He had bark shaggy brown hair, was extremely tall , muscular, was well shaved, and had bright green eyes.
“I must have missed that part .” I said,
“I told you in my last email.” Diana told me
“well I didn’t get it, and I’m not living with a guy.” I said.
“and I’m not living with a mental chick.” Michael agreed with me.
“You two will get along! Got it!” Diana yield.
“Kara, your hear for rehab. Remember?” Diana pointed her finger back at me.
“Rehab? Diana, I’m not a druggy!” I assured her. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Are you sure you’ve never done drugs?”
“Yup!”
“Not even cigarettes and tobacco?” she asked. I looked off to the side, and bite my lip before I answer.
“Okay, maybe once or twice,” I confessed. Diana let out a groan of disappointment.
“But that was when I was fifteen! I even got rid of my nose piercing! See?” I pointed to my right nostril and showed them the sealed up hole.
“Okay then, since you’re not on drugs, let’s call it…probation! You’re probation for your bad behavior!” Diana announced. I heard Michael snickering. I told him to shut up.
“I do not have a bad attitude!” I protested
“ yes you do” Michael taunted.
After that we all went into our rooms. I was still unpacking my crap. I came across an assignment from high school. It was my “self reflection” paper. I usually toss all my returned homework, but this one I kept to remind me of my behavior and what I need to change. I read the fist line
“I know that this assignment is just so the teachers can hear us all admit we are worthless. Therefore, I am just going to say it. I am worthless, ignorant, self-centered, short tempered, and am extremely mouthy. I may be all those things but, I am not pathetic or stupid like some think I am. “
That first paragraph was the one thing that kept me going. I then heard a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I called. Michael opened the door
“Hey, it’s time for diner.” He said with his British accent.


Meeting the devil

For diner Diana Went and got an extra large chess pizza and a 2lt of soda.
“I hope you don’t mind. Ididn't think you would like British food so I got some Pizza.” Diana said.
“It’s fine. I will never hate pizza.” I sat down and grabbed the first slice.
“Shouldn’t we pray?” Diana asked.
“God’s great let’s eat!” I said. Diana laughed and sat down next t me while Michael sat across from me. I looked up at Michael who was grinning at me. I kicked him and whispered,
“Stop staring at me.” He rolled his eyes and began eating. Diana and I talked about what happened in high school, guys who we dated, Diana said she had dated the son of CEO, and I told her I dated a guy who owned a tattoo parlor. I should her my heart tattoo on my inner ankle. The tattoo was a red heart that was broken.
“When did you get that?” she asked.
“ After I broke up with Travis.” Diana was in shock. I knew what she was thinking, “I will never get a tattoo”
“did it hurt?” she asked
“I don’t know, I was drunk.” I said honestly. We all continued eating our food. I looked up and saw Michael staring at me. I then felt his bare foot rubbing my leg up and down. I chocked on my food slightly, after I calmed down, I kick him in the leg. After that, i looked at Diana how didn't seem to notice, she just got up and carried the pizza box into the kitchen leaving me alone with the devil.
“why did you kick me?” Michael asked.
“ because you were grossing me out.” I said
“ I was only trying to be nice.” He grinned at me. I stood up and glared at him.
“ A little too nice.” I told him I stormed into the kitchen and the door slammed the door behind me.
“Hey, Diana I’ll clean up the rest.” I assured her.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.” I started to put the pizza in the fridge and the dishes in the dishwasher. When I was done I headed for the stairs and saw the back yard. I walked over to the sliding glass door. I looked out the large window. It was a was a small garden with bright green grass and a glass table in the middle. I looked and saw a pouch sing in the corner of the garden. I walked outside towards the wooden swing.
As I sat there, I looked at the lavender sky and thought, I did it, and I am here! I swung back and forth on the swing. I thought of what I will do next. Most likely get a job, and try to get a scholarship or something like that. I will not go back to my old ways. I will be a new person.
I saw something out of the corner of my eye and looked over my shoulder. It was Michael. He slid the door opened the door and made his way over towards me. God please, No! I begged.

-Michal

I saw her sitting outside on the pouch swing. Her blond hair had a pink tint in the sunset light. “Would it hurt to try to talk to her?” I thought. Then I remembered that she thinks I’m a player. I am a player but it didn’t feel good knowing that this one girl hated me. I tried to think of an excuse for talking to her, and then I remembered diner! I can apologize for diner then I would have a reason to talk to her. I took a deep breath and slid open the door. Kara turned her head and looked over me. She glared at me the turned her head away from me. This is going to be harder than I thought. I sat down next to her on the swing.
“What do you want?” she snapped.
“I just wanted to apologize for what I did at diner.”
“Don’t do that again.” She still had her arms crossed and was still glaring at me.
“Fine, I won’t.” I promised. I leaned back and looked up at the purple sky.
“So what’s your story?” I asked. Kara looked at me for a moment.
"what?"
"well evryone has a story." I said. Kara then let out a long sigh.
“After Diana moved back here, I started hanging out with a bunch of thugs. They got me into drinking. When I was fifteen, they took me to a party to help me forget about Travis and I got drunk . When I woke up I had a tattoo. When I got home I asked my mom what to do, but she just made me pack a duffel and kick me out.” She looked at with a small smirk.
“Why do you care?” she asked.
“I was just curious.” I said.
“What about your family?” I asked.
“My mom disowned me, my dad’s dead, and I have no other relatives. So I have no family.” She said briefly. At first she looked as if she didn’t care, but after awhile you could tell it was painful for her to think about it.
“ what about a boyfriend. Do you have one in America?” I did not know why but I wanted to know every little detail about her.
“No. I’m single.” She said. A feeling of relief came over me
“Good.” I said. I then realized what I said and knew I shouldn’t have said that. Kara turned and looked at me. Her aqua eyes looked at me in disbelief. Her pale cheeks turned a bright red. I