Stargazers

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Chapter three | School day
Cordelia's POV:

The sound of my phones alarm brings me out of a very peaceful dream of me having no responsibilities or obligations and I can just do whatever I want. I groan, tapping at my phone until the painful reminder that I have to go to school is turned off.

I look around my room, to see it somewhat decorated and organised, which makes me smile. I had spent the day before unpacking my things and arranging my bedroom to make it feel more like mine.

I also got a lecture from my mother after stupid fucking Matheo snitched on me for punching him. Like it was my fault? That asshole snuck up on me. He's such a little fucker.

I shake my head to get my anger for him out of my mind. Nobody should start the day thinking about who they most hate, that's just setting yourself up for disaster. Sitting up, I stretch my arms, and hop out of bed. I tie my hair up, and make my way to the bathroom, which is down the hall. I share a bathroom with Mae, whilst my mom, Carmen, and Matheo all have their own ensuites. I don't mind at all though, I've always shared a bathroom with my parents, so it's nothing different.

I shower, brush my teeth, and wash my face in the bathroom, before heading back to my room. The sweet, delicate voice that can only belong to Maebelle travels up the stairway. I smile as I hear her adorable little giggles fill the empty hallways. She truly is the little sister I never had.

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After competing the rest of my skincare, applying some light makeup, and doing my hair, I began to get dressed. Because of my new school being a private one, it requires a uniform. I don't dislike the school uniform at all, it's fairly standard; a white, button up blouse, and a somewhat short, pleated blue, white and black skirt. There's also a small tie. Carmen bought me both a sweater and a blazer for the winter season, but I've decided I'll wear the sweater.

I look at my self in the full body mirror attached to my wall, and can't help but sigh. Even in a cute uniform, my body still disappoints me. While I definitely have them, I lack the more defined, well-shaped curves that go well with large breasts and a skinny torso. I have somewhat medium sized breasts, but no thin or flat stomach to go with them. Not to mention my thighs, which are somewhat thick but not the nice kind of thick; the awkward in between from skinny and not skinny. It is definitely not the most ideal figure my insecure, fifteen year old self wishes to have.

I know I should be happy with my body, as it was made to be like this, and it is, in most ways, my life support and my souls home, but dissatisfaction tends to creep in some days. I take a deep breath, and turn away from the mirror. Today does not need to be one of those days.

I grab my bag, which has a fresh set of school supplies in it, (thanks to my mom and Carmen), and my phone, and exit my room.

"Delia, do you want pancakes and bacon?" I hear my mom call out as I'm walking down the stairs.

"Yes please!" I hum in response, but previous thoughts fluttering away as I see my favourite little six year old. "Good morning Mae!" I say, sitting down next to her.

"Morning Delia!" She exclaims, talking with a mouth full of food. I giggle at her as my mom puts a plate with pancakes and bacon in from of me.