Prologue
I, Gracey Bell, am a lousy excuse for a teenager. Or, a perfect example of one.
I'm always on my cell phone. Never interacting with others. That's true, but my only friends are online.
Bullying is a type of common things around my school, and unfortunately, I'm effected by it. My mother, Carli Bell, is the owner of a church, that's already a reason why.
Many other reasons can be included. Like my lack of speed or beauty. Or when I dress like a boy sometimes. I don't want to become a full boy, but sometimes I'm just curious of how it would feel like to be one.
I Love my phone. It hides all my friends inside so I can take them anywhere.
That is, until they were taken away.
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(I will probably make the boy pov longer instead. Because why not? And Graceys POV won't be in first person. The prologue was, but that was explaining her in her own words I guess. Eh *shrugs* and gracey's eyes are like color changing, blue to brown)
Story cx
~Gracey~
She woke up groggily. Staggering to the bathroom, sheyawned and rubbed her eyes lazily. As she looked in the mirror, she seen her usual self after waking up: A disaster. If she wanted, she could actually make herself look decent.
She stared at herself in the mirror. Her Brown hair stuck out in almost every direction, knotted and tangled. Her eyes dark with bags and bloodshot. The pajamas she was wearing were completely wrinkled. Grabbing the hairbrush she began brushing her mob of while hair while heating up the straightener. Gracey hated it when her hair had that slight curl at the end. It annoyed her. After brushing her slick hair she began to fry it with straightener. She pressed hard on it, the darn thing was old enough to be Albert Einstein's cousin.
Gracey looked back in the mirror. The bags were lightening and red was washing away, it often did that one she began to wake up from the living dead. She opened the medicine cabinet where her mother kept a bag full of makeup. She wasn't someone to actually wear makeup on a daily basis. She just simply wanted to not look like a complete slob.
She grabbed a small container, mascara. She turned the lid and it came off with a firm brush attached to it. Gracey thought her mother never wore makeup. Apparently she did. But just the slightest. But, half the makeup accessories were completely closed and sealed. She pressed the brush to her eyelashes and lifted up. She repeated this step several times then did her bottom lashes. Gracey looked in the mirror and smiled. At least she looked a bit better now.
A knock comes loudly from the door and she scurries out, figuring it was her mom. Unlocking the door, she peeks out from the crack. "Yeeesss?" She said in a more deeper tone then usual. Her mom turns to face her and raises an eyebrow. "Oh may I come in, madam?" She asks in the same tone of voice, bobbing down. Gracey laughed and widened the door.
Gracey was glad for her mom. She was cool and played along to things. Things like the signal to when a cute boy is around so she wouldn't embarrass her.
Gracey's mom walked in and she scooted out. "Have fun." Gracey said and walked off not facing her. "Will do." Her mom replied before closing the door and a small click echoed through the dark and empty halls.
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Gracey grabbed her phone and clicked it to life, falling back in her bed. She still had another 30 minutes before the bus came along. She looked down at the 5 new messages she had gotten. Her eyes scanning the screen then her thumbs pressing wildly of the keys. Her lips slide into a smile as they start to respond. Gracey goes to another message.
