WATTPAD WRITERS; I PULLED A BEANIE OVER MY GOLDEN BROWN LOCKS. NO ONE WILL EVERY LOVE ME. IM SO CLUMSY AND SO QUIRKY. MY ABUSIVE ALCOHOLIC MOTHER BURST INTO MY ROOM. "PACK YOUR BAGS! GOTTA PAY THE BILLS SOMEHOW, YOUR NEW OWNER IS OUTSIDE!" I THREW MY POLOROIDS INTO A BAG MY HANDS TREMBLED AS I OPENED THE DOOR. FIVE SECONDS OF SUMMER STOOD AT THE DOOR! LUKE WINKED AT ME