Eliza took one step out of her bed and instantly heard the roar of her parents yelling downstairs. She pet her cat and walked to her closet, she got dressed in a denim skirt and a
white shirt she paired the outfit with a pair of brown wool boots.
She took a deep breath in and realized today was Halloween and she was supposed to be outside in 15 minutes to be picked up for costume shopping. She ran downstairs as fast as she could and grabbed a bagel. She ran outside and hopped in her friends car. Her parents didn't care anyway even if she told them. They weren't half as good as parents as the movies entail parents are supposed to be. Sometimes when she younger and more naive she'd close her eyes and spin around hopeing that the more she spun the more her life would spin around her and begin to change for the better. But it never did. Her parents had been fighting for as long as she could remember. They had been divorced 3 times and still thought it was a wise decision to get back together. They weren't even her real parents! She was adopted, how much more screwed up could her life get? Well at least her friends were ok. They didn't talk to her on car rides they knew she didn't want to talk. They talked among themselves about school about how their parents are so annoyingly loving to each other, how they hated having to ask to go places. They were officially snobs. Eliza had already come to that conclusion but they bought her Moonbucks so why was she gonna do? Finally they arrived at the friggen Halloween store, if Eliza heard one more 'as if' she was gonna jump out of the moving car.
Sorry this chapter was so short this is my very first book! Please comment because I enjoy reading every comment honestly and if I get enough comments I'll make another chapter!!!! Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to actually read this chapter!!! And I also take ideas and inspiration for chapters!!
Sincerely, Divertida
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