Flower Face

Prologue (Pt. 1)

TW//: If any of the following majorly trigger you, you should re-consider reading this chapter. Traumatic incidents, PTSD, Anxiety, Bipolar, Addiction and Substance abuse, Insomnia, medication abuse and ED's. 

 You may be wondering who that girl is over there with those three luscious bouquets of flowers. She looks like she just committed theft because of that eye-catching hood, but she hasn't. She has her headphone jack plugged into her phone, but no music's playing. She's wise, academically and psychologically. She's a bit cautious of downtown, LA after living here for the past three years. Many opportunities for a pretty girl like her to be jumped and thrown into the back of a car by a bunch of punks, she'd never let that happen though. We are now retreating to the point, her.

She loves summer evenings, crisp winter morning air, fall lattes and spring bloom. She's bursting at the seams with self expression, but its not allowed to be seen. She sure does have many talents, that do involve her hands. But then again, she's just one of a million girls walking around in this big old city and yes she's got a name. 

That's Coraline. 

Coraline Fendrick. 

That was beautifully presented, and it be awesome if that was all there was to a girl like me. I wish I could be one of those unproblematic, healthy guru queens who have organic shoes and listen to those sunshine lollipop, indie pop rock bands.

You can call me CC, Cora, Lina, Pearl anything but Flower face. 

In raw statement, I'm a traffic model and have worked with Vogue. I've been modeling for the longest time. My sisters and I all grew up in the industry. Since, we had no choice and our mother kind of chose this path for all of us. My father never loved the idea since we were children, half naked on magazines, that his friends hid under their beds.

But, me and my father had a connection over hockey. I was a pretty good skater and was a good goalie. Now when I said, I wish I was an unproblematic, healthy guru girl, this is where it would've counted. I suffered a traumatic brain injury playing defense on a Sunday afternoon game.

I had an Inter-cerebral hemmoragic stroke and now have six out of the ten most popular mental illnesses. Half of them, could be caused by other trauma I've dealt with. But the downfall of Coraline, happened in 6th grade.

I was diagnosed with PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, ADHD, bipolar and addiction and substance abuse. I am on medication for most of those illnesses and happen to like the feeling too much but after that my mother and I can't even seem to get along after my tragedy. 

I understand that ruined everyone's life in a lot of ways, my dad probably suffers from PTSD since he saw the skate blade slice my head and then bang into the rink. The only reason, I played hockey was because I was raised in the nowhere of North Dakota. 

My dads name is Charlie Fendrick and my mother is Cecilia Fendrick, soon to be Cecilia Chapels. Anyways, the daring, lovely couple ended up birthing four kids. Let's introduce the family. 

Cynthia is my oldest sister, twenty-six. She's the most famous model in our family. Racking up over 37 million followers, on all of the late-night talk shows and on Ellen. Featured on I-Carly and was a Victoria Secret angel not too long ago. She's hung out with both Gigi and Bella Hadid, Kendall Jenner, Jesse Jo Stark and Devon Lee Carlson. 

Then there is Camille. Camille, is.. Well, she's a lot of things. But she's not tacky. She's quite simple. She's my fraternal twin, which makes total sense. Somehow, it makes sense. She's 21. Like me. She does runways and models for magazines still. She has 19 million followers, has been on Jimmy Fallon's show and Ellen. She also was in the Victoria Secret fashion show as the guest angel. She had the prettiest wings on to. She was just a year after Cynthia. She doesn't like to hang around models too much, but somehow she made mates with Elizabeth Green, Love Myers and Carmen Zax who all assist her in managing and modeling.