𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 | 𝐁 𝐄

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒅

Luna's POV

"Chanel if you fart one more time I swear I'm kicking you out of my house."

"Luna. You fed me Burger King. The fuck did you expect?" Chanel spoke, her words muffled by the pile of french fries she shoved into her mouth.

Who eats leftover Burger King for breakfast?

That's like drinking orange juice after having just brushed your teeth.

It's anything but normal.

But I should've expected this from her.

Chanel is the exact opposite of normal.

I've been friends with her since I was 6 and she 7.

Our parents were really close which led to us automatically becoming best friends.

Needless to say she's the only friend I've ever had.

I'm home schooled.

Always have been.

But that's changing today.

It's my first day of school.

High School.

I've seen it in movies all the time.

It looks kind of fun if I'm being honest.

But Chanel says it's like hell on earth.

I find that very hard to believe.

I mean, what could really be so bad about it?

It's just education and making new friends.

Despite my lack of social interaction most of my life, I think I'll have no problem making friends.

"So, what're you gonna wear?" Chanel asked.

"Well I didn't really plan anything out. I was just gonna wear-"

"No. Nuh uh. Closet, now." She interrupted me as she quickly dropped her fries, grabbing my hand and dragging me to my closet.

Chanel was a very big fashion person.

She wants to be a fashion designer when she gets older.

Honestly, her work is pretty impressive.

But one thing about Chanel when it comes to my fashion? She never let's me leave my house without making sure my outfit is approved by her.

She was very particular when it came to clothing.

Whether that be size, fabric, or color.

She made sure I looked good.

I don't really care about my wardrobe, though I do have a large collection.

I'm a very colorful person.

Creative, dare I say.

I express myself through makeup or my hair.

I'd like to consider myself a pretty good makeup artist.

Not so much on the professional side but more so on the creative side.

I usually go pretty neutral with my makeup. 

Most of the girls in LA just wear really tight skinny jeans, a tight, white crop top, some form of hoop earrings and long ass acrylic nails. They throw on some Nike's and call themselves one of the boys.

Also, they always have these long ass fake lashes on for no damn reason.

Legit be looking like they eyelids about to fly away with them long ass wings.