i breathe in the chemically unstable air in the popular industrial city. i step onto the sloppily poured concrete and step on every crack. why would i care about luck?
my hair is falling out of the once clean bun that sat on top of my head. i hadnt changed or adjusted my appearence since last night. My dress scraped the murky waters that lie on the ground motionless. My heels were askew. My makeup was almost extinct. A couple of days ago i would have died before letting someone see me like this but now i could care less. my life had turned around in an instance. Heartache led to torture which brought me to morning then where i am now lost on a freeway. i probably should start from where this tragedy began.
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My senior year of high school. The best year of my life. I was the captain if the cheerleading squad, a size 2, class president, valedictorian, and head of almost every club u could imagine. My life was what u would call extreme. Every morning i wake up to my alarm, press snooze a healthy 2 times before getting out of bed. Then i go for a swim, take a shower, and get ready. Every day, no variety. My usual routine worked i was ready early enough so that i could meet him with my grande white mocha skinny almost every morning. i mean how else was i suppose to stay awake and listen to a boring lecture at 7 in the morning.
i see his hazel eyes from across the room. i cant help but stare, god he was good looking. i took a look to check my eyeliner and DANG i looked good too.
i wasnt born beautiful like the rest of the populars i worked for this lifestyle. it was the summer between junior high and highschool. i couldnt take looking at myself in the mirror any longer. i stopped eating full meals, maybe an apple a day and water. thats it. it worked for a while until i felt drowsey and had trouble thinking. one day in the middle of nowhere i fainted. my head was spinning and i didnt wake up for an hour or so, well at least thats what they said. then after being constantly monitored for my eating habits i started doing what i vowed i would never do to lose it. i couldnt help it.
the weight was gone now all i needed was to perfect everything else. i dyed my tips blonde giving it that "tumblr girl" effect. i took make-up lesons from every beauty guru i could find and found my combination. for clothes all i had to do was shop for one day free-range in the mall with my dads credit card. my life was perfect. i just needed a thing that would set me off from every other girl in this hell-hole. i learned the tricks of the trade right before school started and made people forget about the old penelope and envy the new one.
