I feel you bro 
I can relate
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i didn’t wanna hit a soft spot i-
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christmas dinner
7:30 pm
today we’re having christmas dinner, totally not my scene. my cousins always come over, which makes it worse. it’s like everyone tries to put on smiling and happy faces but deep inside we all know how much they all despise us. more like just despise me. you’ll be wondering why? and to be completely honest, i dont know myself…they never really said anything bad to my face but as they say ‘actions speak louder than words.’ and its probably cause my dad’s rich and i could get anything i want, but what they dont know is all i’ve wanted was love from parents which is the only thing they cant give me.
“angel come down, everyone’s here.” my mom screamed from the living room pulling me out of thoughts.
‘yay life. it’s just a dinner, it’ll be over before i know it’ i thought trying to convince myself.
i changed into a beautiful tight red dress and went down to greet the guests.
they’re all currently eating and talking to each other and im trying my best to avoid them. that’s when i taught about him. noah. the only person who told me that he loved me and actually meant it. also remembering the secret i kept from everyone except noah… something that was going to change my life but then i knew my parents wouldn’t take it well. and the only way to make keep them calm when im telling them the news was in this family dinner as they wouldnt react infront of my cousins.
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2…
3…
“dad, im pregnant” i blurted out, not thinking twice. only faith knew what was waiting for me.
okk this is a complete disaster but it’s better than i expected so +1 for trying 
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Haha nothing to worry about, I’m a pro at avoiding uncomfortable situations so i dont mind this prompt 
I’m still gonna write tho 
Like rn!!! 
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WHAA 
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can i like put this story on my wall or some
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Ooohhh I always love a twist at the end!!!
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eh, why are you’ll so sweet 
you’ll both definitely made my day 
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LOL, thanks!!!
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Hehe. I wrote. Even if someone reads half of this long piece I’ll be greatful 
Christmas Dinner
Saturday evening. I tightly grip the handle of my door, not daring to turn it. I just kept staring at my newly manicured nails, embellished with matte black nail polish. Why black polish? It matched my dress. Why a black dress? Because it was a Christmas evening, the time of the year I hate the most.
“Emily, please come down dear, everyone’s waiting for you!” My mom’s sugar coated words. Somewhere beneath which “Come downstairs right now or you will embarass us by being late” was hidden. I swallowed those thoughts away, actually pushing a lump down my throat. ‘Here goes nothing’ I take a deep breath and take a step towards the living room. I hate it, I hate the very idea of family dinners. What’s the point of pretending everything’s alright when its not?
I arrived downstairs dreading the actual atmosphere even more. I feel suffocated, I want to run away outside and finally breathe, the air of freedom. Everyone looks at me and my dress, and I felt them go slowly silent, the plastic smiles pasted on their faces turned to frown for a fraction of a second. Or at least thats how I imagined it, when the sounds of the Christmas hyms from the neighborhood suddenly seemed to get louder. I quietly sit on one of the empty chairs, between my brother and my cousin. “There comes the black sheep of the family, dressed perfectly in black” My brother jokes. A small giggle from my cousin, everything goes back to normal. Fake normal, to be precise. I can smell everyone’s feelings beneath, all the jealousy, lies, pretending being a perfect little family. Little did they know, this pretending isn’t enough for us young generation. We know what’s going on behind the scenes.
I stare at the empty chair in front of me. It wasn’t always empty, only since the last 3 years. My eyes are then set at the pearl white plate in front of me. I can see my own deformed reflection in it. Then it happens. My reflection dissolves into hers.
If only she was here, this would be so much more bearable, with her by my side. ‘I miss you so much’ I whisper under my breath, blocking all the external noise. A tear falls on the plate, and her reflection disappears. “You may have killed yourself, but I will never forget the part these people played in your death”
My mom pushes the empty chair away, as if she was a nobody, making her absence even more prominent. Reminding me, my twin sister had left us forever.
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OH MY GOD 
why- 
this is amazing
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Thank youu so much I’m glad you like it 
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Christmas dinner
As the snow fell outside, I couldn’t help but wonder how this Christmas would turn out. I hated Christmas. I didn’t get why everyone said it was their favourite time of the year. Every single Christmas was the same as the last. In short, Christmas was one of the most boring days of my life, and I was pretty happy when it was over. Walking down the stairs, I couldn’t help but admire the beautiful decorations, done by yours truly. The rest of my family were too lazy too even do anything. I’d always try and complain about it, but they all just ignored me. They always ignored me. I entered the dining room, just in time to see my mum, dad and little sister already sitting at the table. I sigh, and join them. A long period of awkward silence ensues, as I pick at my food, suddenly feeling nauseous. We all just stared at each other, not knowing what to say. Finally I decided I had had enough, and, excusing myself, I go back to my room. This Christmas was just as boring and as sad as the rest. As I sat on my bed, I stare out of my window. I’d always wondered how my family felt about Christmas. Well, I guess I’ll never know. I had tried to ask them, but they never answered me. Puppets aren’t the best at communicating, after all.
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Girl, you gonna make me cry!
omg 
amazing
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Thank you!
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Woah. That gave me chills. 
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i stayed up until 3 am and I just woke up so I am not feeling very eloquent 
but hey I think i’m getting more comfortable w comedy
christmas dinner
Jingle bells, jingles bells-
Holly thwacks her phone, jerking upwards.
“Who the hell…” she snatched her phone up from it’s place next to her, face contorting in anger. It was her brother, Noel. Answering the call, Holly’s eye were heavy.
“I hate you. I genuinely hate you.” Holly’s voice cracked, what a great way to start her morning.
Noel laughed, his voice piercing Holly’s ears even through the phone. “What, you don’t like your new ringtone?” smiling through the phone, almost.
“Ha ha, you’re so funny. Sooo funny.” Hanging up, Holly rubbed her eyes. Blurry vision finally starting to focus. Unfortunately. Holly was the youngest of 3 sibling– Noel, Merry, and Holly. The Wilson’s loved Christmas. So much, they named all their children on theme. So much, they always put their decoration up early and take them down late. So much, they hold a yearly Christmas party. The list goes on. The Wilsons love Christmas.
The Wilsons, minus Holly, that is.
Holly’s room was her safe haven. Deep maroon curtains, dark aqua green rug, black bedspread (with grey as an accent color). Don’t get me started on her closet. Every year, her parents buy her a bright red Christmas onesie, and every year Holly burns it. More or less.
Slipping on her midnight blue robe, Holly grabbed sunglasses– prepping for the day to come. It was Christmas. Holly, jolly, Christmas. Yippee.
“Holly! Sweetheart, again?” Holly’s mother, Carol, said as she ran around the living room, putting the final touches on the stockings. Carol was a short, plump woman, who always had bright and colorfully dyed hair. She always dyed it some sort of red around November. That’s what Holly’s sunglasses were for.
“What, mom?” Holly slid down the stairs, landing on the couch promptly at 6:30 pm, as she did every year.
“Well, sweetheart. I thought we talked about getting up earlier. Maybe not waking up just before dinner.” Carol moved around still, debating which snow globe placement was best.
Holly rolled her eyes as she recalled the previous night. She stood by it– when her mother stopped inviting her ex to holidays, she’d stop waking up in the evening.
Turning over, Holly laid on the couch. She wasn’t really tired, but it really pissed off her mom when she slept on the couch. Especially at 6:30 pm.
The doorbell rang. Great.
“Oh, Holly! Get up, your boyfriend is here!” Carol ran around, still, sprinkling the last bitt of tinsel on the tree.
“He’s not by boyfriend.” Holly’s voice was muffled as she pressed her face further into the pillow.
“I’ll get it!” Holly’s dad, Joseph called out, rushing towards the door.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, I hate this family.
“Rudolph!” Joseph and Carol said in tandem, welcoming Holly’s red nosed ex into the living room/
Holly pulled a pillow over her head. You can’t make this stuff up…
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DAMN i-
how are you so fckng talented
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I’m back. Missed me? 
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