Paper Hearts

We'll Never Be Royals

BEEP
"noooooo"
BEEP
"ughhhh"
BEEP
"Fiiinnnee"
Oh my god alarm clocks are the freaking worst. Where's the off button? Did it move? BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
OH MY GOD SHUT UP! I throw the alarm clock against the wall and realize that after a second it comes back on. It falters. Now its of. That's how you do that. Let me just roll out of bed. THUMP. "Owwww." I need to check out twitter. I turn on my laptop and go to twitter and realize that I have a new follower. Why would a person follow me? OMG ITS CHRIS" I twirl around in excitement but then I guess my body was more tired than my mind and I start to fal-"DAGFFHHHHHH!" My head just hit the bed. Yay there is already a knot in my head. Well we better get back to twitter. Why would he follow me? I'm an ugly, stupid, depressed girl. Oh. You might want to know about me.

So I'm Kara. I'm a sophomore in high school and I live in London. Let's see how beautiful London is in winter? Let's open a window. Ooh that breeze and fog and oh that amazing sound of traffic. And good bye to that now. I also have bulimia and i love music. Lorde and Lana Del Rey are kinda the favorites. Let's clean up real quick. So I live on the sixth floor of an apartment building and its pretty nice. Two floor apartment. You can hear my sisters Jenni and Sarah (they're twins) arguing down stairs. Then my mom is probably cooking breakfast and since its Monday we have no good food anymore and it'll probably be some crappy bacon. Yay. Especially since I'm trying to be a vegetarian to lose some weight. Uhm so my brother is in the other room and is probably playing Xbox right now. He's like 18. And annoying. Me, my mom and my brother have our own rooms. That sounds like we have a pretty big apartment but its really not since me and my brothers room is just a really big loft with a wall we put in. (Land lord doesn't know that so hush now).

"KARA YOU BETTER GET DOWN HERE AND EAT YOUR BLOODY DAMN EGGS AND BACON RRIGHT NOW!"

That's the bundle of joy I get to call the mom I live with. Imma get my headphones and music.

I put my headphones on and I walk down the stairs. Spot-i-fy. Lordeeee, yassssss. Im in a kinda jam moment. Million dollar bills. I don't even have one twenty.

So guess everybody but my brother is downstairs. Mom loves him because he's like up for being put into Oxford. He's smart no doubt but he's rude and annoying and ignorant but he has good musical taste.
There's the twins watching TV on our IKEA couch. We seriously found it off of the streets and were like, okay. We want it now. Let's take it. So that's that. Then we have like a small table for eating and oh. Yay. Breakfast looks like Heaven. If Satan had owned it.

Let's ignore everyone.
"So Kara are you keeping your grades up?"
So much for that
"Are they?"
"Yes I have all A's."
Lie
"Sure?"
"Yes"
Lie la lie lie lie
"Your school called"
Crap
"You have a E in gym. Why."
"We-" mom cuts me off when she hits the table. "You have been marked as absent from seven classes. SEVEN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHEN ITS GYM"
The answer is that I say I have to go to the bathroom and then I stay there all gym. So. Well its not my fault that gym sucks! Who thought it was okay to make a class that demands everybody be good at sports nobody needs in life.
"Well?" Mom screams "you know what I don't care. But if you don't fix your grades you wont be going on the trip to Paris in the Spring."
"Ok. I don't care. Its just Paris."

That's a lie too. But if mom thinks she is messing with me then she's wrong.

"Just eat your breakfast and get changed and go to school. And take your bloody damn money you keep leaving it on the table."
I throw my breakfast away and run up the stairs. I catch a glimpse of my sisters who are sticking their tongues out at me. Love fifth graders.

Well it looks like I got eight dollar bills. I put on a Capri and then cover it with a hoodie. Then I put on my beanie and my eternity scarf and put on combat boots I stole-ee I mean bought and then I am ready to go. I run down the stairs out the door and to the street and see Tiffany. She's a popular bitch at our school and kinda needs to go away to like, the US for starters.

One day I'll have a million dollar bills.
Then Lords steps in and helps me realize that can't happen because, "We'll never be Royals."
Thanks Lords
I know that