"ᴍᴏʏᴀ ᴠꜱᴇʟᴇɴɴᴀʏᴀ."
𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝, known for her beauty and seemingly picture-perfect life. Surrounded by pretty best friends and having a pristine reputation, she seems to have it all.
But behind closed doors is a different reality.
ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇ...
Kira has dark brown eyes and hair Idk what that has to do with this chapter but it's good to know ig <3
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Some things never change.
Just like my terrible mood every morning.
"Ugh fuck!"
I grumble out as I launch yet another alarm clock against the wall. I hear my mom yelling on her phone downstairs, typical morning, I lazed around in my bed for another 15 minutes.
I sat up and smiled to myself I just have to be positive everything else will be fine...
Right? Of course it will be, yeah I scoff at my thoughts and stumble to the bathroom like a fucking zombie, the cold hardwood floor making my toes quiver.
After a quick shower, I stand before my closet, swinging it wide open. An organized selection of dresses and shirts immediately comes into my view.
I have nothing to wear.
And whatever I DO have, I can't wear. Thanks to the black and blue tainting my skin.
I settle for a hoodie and sweats to cover my cuts.
It's the first day of senior year and I usually wear better clothes on first days but I guess today I can't.
I walked back into my room, a sense of loom over me, but I urged myself to focus on the brighter side of things.
I hum to myself as I swung my legs off the edge of my bed. As usual, I don't leave my room till I hear the front door close so I wouldn't have to run into my mom, or she would ruin the rest of my day along with her "husband."
A loud slam echoes throughout the house. As soon as I heard it, I bolted downstairs, almost falling face first a few times. I grabbed an apple and ran out the door. I get into my car and text my best friend, Sia, Me: Good Morning! We're about to be extremely late.
I put my phone down for a second as I wait for the sound of a ring. I waited, waited, and waited. Finally!
Sia: How about no? My back hurts. There's nothing good about this morning. Me: You always say that though. Sia: whatever. I'll meet you at the lockers. Me: Ok see ya.
II powered off my phone, and the smile that had graced my face faded. Everyone always sees me as the happy girl who's never sad. I don't want them to remember me as anything else anyway.
