All she wanted was to be normal... maybe it wasn't good to be like the others but she couldn't care less, there were do many things in the way, and her parents where the worst how can they not understand she wasn't a kid anymore.
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I woke up, there shit everywhere, how the fuck does my room even get this messy. I felt a sharp pain hit my stomach, i curled up holding my stomach releasing there was large bruise, i had no idea where it was from but i knew no one needed to see it. As i drag my self out of bed knowing i had school and needed to look decent today i hear my mum shouting time to get up, this made me want to go back to bed.
I looked in the mirror and i had these weird small red spots around my nose i washed all yesterday's makeup of and put some face cream on.
I shoved on my school uniform and brushed all the knots out my hair I straightened last night, then i got my straighteners and quickly made some flicks and small curls (that i knew would drop out) at the bottom so i didn't look absolutely basic as fuck.
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Then i put a bit of my charlotte tilbury Hollywood glow foundation on a bit of mascara and a coat of lip gloss across my lips. I looked ok i guess.
I slipped on my shoes, said bye to my parents, mentally prepared my self for the day and sped out the door since i was late meeting my friend pipa, she was obsessed with being on time and was blowing up my phone, all the messages were on iMessage singe my parents wouldn't allow me to have social media because its 'bad for your mental health' it was worst for my 'mental health' not having it, all they did was make me different and weird when i just wanted to be like everyone else, normal.
