Drowning

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  ANGRY GIRL
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STYLE has always been something of importance to me. Wether its the pattern on my skirt or the shape of my necklace, I've always spent hours making sure I look immaculate. When I put on my uniform this morning, I almost screamed. It was preposterous. Since Conan was high when he chose the loose clothing for me, I looked like I were to be walking the streets and selling drugs at a corner.

I stared into the mirror sadly. My khakis were baggy all over. They hung loose on my hips and there was no point in even putting a belt on. My school shirt went to my knees and the only way to fix that would be to tuck it in and that is so not happening. I can only hope that, due to my high social position, no one will say anything. I have been known for starting trends.

As I am applying concealer on my bruise, Conan enters my room and sits on my bed. I can see him through my mirror and he looks sober. He's cleaned up nicely, his hair brushed to the side and his collared shirt perfectly straightened.

It pisses me off how Conan can look like he has his life together, when in reality he can't go a day without snorting something off his fingers.

"You look good." I compliment him, staring at him through my mirror. He nods his head in agreement and I roll my eyes at him.

"Do you think Iris will want to talk to me?" He asks, his insecure side showing.

"I don't know, Conan. I'm sure if you start a conversation, she will talk to you. She's always been nice." I assure him, getting up to receive my backpack from the hook upon my door.

He stares at me for a moment and right when i'm about to ask him what his problem is, he gets up and swings his keys around his fingers.

"Ready for the wrath of Oakland Academy?" He asks, teasing me as he pushes past to get out. I follow him down the hall.

"The real question is, is Oakland Academy ready for the wrath of you?" I correct him.
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Mother has always said that if you just keep smiling and convince the people around you that your okay, there will be a slight possibility that you just might convince yourself. As my first day progresses, I find her statement hard to believe. I cursed my constant mood swings and inability to not feel sad. I honestly couldn't understand what had happened. I was feeling alright this morning and now it feels as if a heavy burden has been bestowed upon me.

Walking to my third period, I try hard to listen to what my friend Faye is saying. She is blabbing about something involving her summer trip in Spain and how it was 'like so amaze balls'.

"Oh! I totally got you something as well, even though you told me not too." She sends me a guilty look as we get close to my Health class and I shrug my shoulders at her.

"I'm sure I will love it, Faye." I assure her. Something flashes across her face but it's replaced with a smile before I could decipher her expression.

"Okay, I'll see you at lunch." She says, opening the classroom door for me. I smile at her and watch as she walks away, her heals clicking against the floor.

Faye has been there for me since day one. Her mom is great friends with my aunt so Faye has always been in my life. She knows about the situation between my mother and father. She even knows about my brothers behavior. I think the only reason why she hasn't left me is because she feels bad. Faye has seen me at my worst and she does everything in her power to make sure I don't spiral.