MAKARIA'S POV
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! SHE CHOSE TO GO WITH HER?! REALLY?” I shouted, talking at myself in the huge mirror of the restroom. I just can't believe that Dianna is more important than me.
CELEBRATING HER BIRTHDAY IS WAY TOO IMPORTANT THAN MY LIFE HERE? REALLY?
“I hate you,” I whispered. Before someone even entered this restroom.
I just tied my hair up full of anger. I can't help myself to feel this way as I remembered what he said…
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--FLASHBACK--
“Hmmm… maybe I'll just give her flowers?” WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT? WHY FLOWERS? IS HE GOING TO COURT HER OR SOMETHING?! I WON'T ALLOW THAT.
“FLOWERS?! NO! NO FLOWERS. GIVE HER FRUITS INSTEAD. YES! THAT IS HEALTHY AND SHE CAN EAT IT, FLOWERS DON'T” I stood up and shouted. What is wrong with him?!
I AM NOT JEALOUS OR
