Diana Hargrove has gone through enough tragedy for three lifetimes, yet she still has an affirming smile on her face. She's lived and travelled all over the world, but the last straw that broke the camel's back, brought her back to her hometown, Cre...
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𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘴𝘪𝘹 | 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴
It's been over two weeks!
I've been avoiding everyone in my life since the new year began. The new year is meant to represents new ideas, paths, dreams, and the start of a journey. For me, it's doing the exact opposite.
Every day at lunch, I've been sitting in Andrew's classroom working on my portion of my art project with Jayden.
A few days ago, Andrew called me into his classroom and said that Jayden brought the canvas to school. According to Andrew, he doesn't know why that happened, but I knew why.
Jayden brought the canvas to school because I refuse to speak to him or even see him. I can barely be in the same room as him without breaking down in tears. It breaks my heart even more than before. We'd never finish this project if we didn't work on it separately. Sometimes, Andrew is asleep at his desk, while I silently cry every time I see more work that Jayden's done without me.
When I'm not at school, I'm at the coffee house. It's safer to be there than in my own house. Jayden and Seth had hockey practice after school. Nonna didn't bother questioning what's going on in my personal life. Talking to strangers was my best bet for human companionship.
Dealing with the double trouble twins sounded like a better idea than being at home or anywhere near my friends.
"It's January, I can't believe people are ordering iced coffee," Karlee complained.
"It's dark out at 5 p.m. and I swear it feels like it's almost midnight," Kaylee added.
I rolled my eyes, avoiding all conversation with the double trouble twins. They've barely spoken to me since the first day I met them. I'm fine with that. No offense, but their conversations are always boring.
The hours until closing slowly went by. Any time Karlee or Kaylee spoke, I gave them the dirtiest look on earth. I didn't mean it in a mean way, but I just wanted the two of them to shut up.
Also, the two of them look so polished and sophisticated.
I'm standing behind the counter wearing an old Beatles sweatshirt covered in holes and stains. My joggers are disgustingly old, and they belonged to Devyn. I haven't worn makeup in weeks. I look sickly due to my puffy cheeks, pale skin, and bloodshot eyes from crying and rubbing my eyes.
"Have you thought about getting a makeover?" Karlee asked, standing next to her twin.
I turned around from the dirty dishes to see the two of them standing there. "What?"
"You look like absolute shit. Maybe a makeover will help you feel better," she said.
