❝Do you realize how messed up we are, hiding our honest feelings just because we wanted to be stereotypically normal? It's bullshit. ❞
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Kirlia Hemmings is normal and she makes sure that she reminds herself of that fact, at least once every day...
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"Kirlia Hemmings! Either you are waking up right now or I'm breaking the door!" Dad shouted from outside the door, as I jolted up in my bed.
Breathing loudly, I massaged my head, which was throbbing consistently. Another knock on the door broke me from my not so peaceful slumber. "I'm awake Dad. Geez, I'm coming down in ten minutes."
Content with my response, I could hear him walking downstairs. Sighing deeply, I switched off the alarm, which was blaring from the bedside coffee table. My phone buzzed with messages, but I was too consumed by the dread of my nightmare.
It's been a week since I've been with the gang who would always call themselves the "Scandalous Six" but with me present, it was "Scandalous Seven". Whether it's about fooling around with Zeta and Sierra or getting our nerves wrecked by Addison's outburst, or about Felix's immense wisdom or of Nick gobbling up every edible stuff, they were the weirdest assortment of people, it was the best thing I've ever experienced.
Finally, a place to be me.
Jumping out of the bed after aimless daydreaming, I quickly freshened up for the day, trying to push back my nightmare at the back of my mind.
It's better to not ponder about it. At all.
Fifteen minutes later, I stood in front of my dressing table, drying my hair with the blow dryer. My hair, a tangled mess of brown hair didn't seem to be in a mood to be messed with. But I was too stubborn to leave it like that and which was why I had been blown drying it and then leaving it like that. Classic messy hair.
Back in Bridgeton, I hardly remember my looks because there, I was nobody and no one would give a damn about my presence. But in Pride high, I was somebody. Someone who wasn't ignorant of how people would always talk about me. There were times when Zeta or Nick would rudely shut them down, stating how they should get to know me before sporting baseless rumours, which indeed was true.
Rumours sprout up like roots and soon spread around in the whole school, making it no less than a nuisance.
The phone, which vibrated again as it sat on my dressing table, showed a message from Zeta.
Zeta "Not So" Evergreen:
Wear a cool star pendant too. Would match with the outfit. Also, wear a beanie if possible. Blue.
I smiled lightly, looking at Zeta's latest message as I kneeled in front of my dresser to find a silver pendant that Aunt Perry had given to me one Christmas, five years ago. Perry Hemmings, Pa's younger sister, was his fine and sadist version. Sharp-witted and outspoken, Aunt Perry would like to believe that sarcasm and sassiness are made out of her.
Wearing it around my neck and spraying the deodorant for the last time, I picked up my backpack along with my phone, leaving my room messy as usual.
Blue plaid skirt with a long blue sleeve, the sweater perfectly tucked in, along with black stockings, was what I and Zeta had decided to wear for the day. It was Addison's sarcasm that paved the way for this idea. She would always stop us from twinning while we would converse, so I took it a step ahead. Twinning our clothes.
