Your name is Crystal (Chris, Chrissy)
You're a female
You're also a lesbian
You have problems at home but your teacher doesn't know.
Miss Rebecca Alan is a Historical teacher
If she found out about your home life she'd shut you down. You're like h...
I groan awake as the golden beams of light deep through my darkened curtains. There's a small gap, like a penny gap, and it wakes me up. Irritated, I roll over and grab my phone, slowly removing it from the nightstand next to me. As the screen illuminates, blinding me, my poor eyes... anyways, I see the time stating 5:02am.
Annoyed, I roll my eyes and attempt to leave the mattress. I'm held down by the arms of Rebecca Alan and I chuckle to myself. Gently, I lift off her arms so I'm able to retreat from the bed and to the bathroom.
I look in the mirror, my head hanging as high as it can. The reflection of a broken, painful young girl stares back. Her quivering lip, the narrow eyes and her face contorted with mental pain, her eyes glow with a dull ocean-blue ring that perimeters her pupil. Except normally, it's a vibrant oceanic blue that can reflection an ocean within itself.
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If you stare into her eyes for too long you'd see the whole sea nature, the vibrant corals that place themselves individually within her eyes; the glossy blue that reflects the ocean itself; however the darkness- that swallows her. It references her pain, her suffering- that nobody knows or has discovered.
It represents the unknown. Plus within the girl that states back at her, everything is unknown. But the girl who stares back is her. Her pain is unknown to the world.
I shakily grab my hairbrush as I notice how my fiery hair is slightly frizzed from my sleep. I guide each stroke through my hair, reminiscing each only enjoyable memory.
"Ashton!! Give me my blanket!!!" I screech from my room. I slam my door as I exit, my heavy footsteps leading the way into the living room of the beach house he owns. "Ashton Dennings give me back my blanket and my phone now!" I dead eye him. If looks could kill...he'd be dead.
He gives me a growing smirk. "I have no idea what you mean darling" he says sarcastically. However, this irritated me. I take in a deep breath and shakily release it. He doesn't know how much that blanket means to me.
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I spot Calum sat on the counter in the kitchen, enjoying a packet of chocolate chip cookies. "Cal...he took my blanket...Meemaws blanket..." I state. Tears leave my eyes. I never like not knowing where it is.
