[Completed✔] It's the start of the 90s, and seriously out of style Vanessa tries to navigate the struggles of growing up without the guidance of her parents. Meanwhile Dallas Winston, the boy next door returns back in town after a year away...
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the ONES that love
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August 11th, 1991. 8:19 A.M.
Vanessa didn't sleep another wink for the remainder of the night. In the morning she inspected the pasty skin beneath her eyes and on her lids. This was her daily reality. No fresh faced awakenings or warm embraces from parents before they went off to work.
People often commented and asked if she was sick because of how pale her skin was, and living somewhere with barely any natural summer light, that was bad news for her. Decent sleep meant small chunks as insomnia burdened her nightly hours. Vanessa swore it would be the death of her someday and she hoped soon.
Before school, she combed back her once silken hair with hatred in every stroke of brush. A lot of people offered to switch hair with her, but it didn't stop the knots from tangling half an hour of time each day. If only they realised she thought to herself.
Vanessa dresses in second hand clothing, never having stepped foot in a real clothing store by herself. She had the money for it, but wasn't all into fashion that much. So her sense of style remained simple and mainly various forms of neutral coloured pieces.
She moved into the kitchen that shared a large open space with her living area and stubbed her finger onto the voicemail button. She knew all too well that it would be the exact same shrill from her mothers voice over the other end.
"Vanessa. You better pick up this phone and call us back immediately or else your father and I will be contacting the bank about your credit cards!"
Her deranged mother threatened, as Vanessa blabbered in mimic while shuffling through the deck of mail next to the phone. Bills, bills and more bills.
Ever since they moved her into this flat, she had been ignoring them. As far as she was concerned they didn't want to parent anymore. Her father is a successful accountant who didn't want kids whilst her mother caters to his wishes. Vanessa suspected she was an accident.
