𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

life✨

Author's Note- For my very humble reader's who are about to read this book. Please be humble and keep in mind that this book is written by an amateur fifteen year old teenager. I will edit this book and the toxic plot in very good way after getting done with my other fantasy romance (Which is everyone's favourite so far; grateful).

If you want to read non toxic and little less violent version of this book you can read it on my stck account.
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Grinny

As I stood before the mirror, I traced the curve of my lips with a rosy tint, adding just a hint of color.  Today, I donned my graduation gown, it's royal blue screaming both accomplishment and uncertainty.

The soft fabric clung to my shoulders, its shining blue hue contrasting with my paler skin tone.
Why the hell do I look so white!
I mummered to myself as I dabbed some more contour around my forehead.
The morning sun peeked through the lace curtains, casting a gentle glow across my small room at the orphanage.
Today it's a little different, a different that's special. I turned nineteen, or at least that's what the faded documents suggested.

My real birthday remained a mystery, lost in the folds of time and bureaucracy. But today, I would celebrate it as mine, with quiet joy and a flutter of anticipation.

Life had been kind lately, unlike it's usually behaviour. She is granting me moments of laughter and camaraderie with the other girls. The matron, Mrs. Brian, even baked a simple cake for me last night, her eyes crinkling with warmth as she sang a tuneless birthday song. I blew out the solitary candle, making a wish for a future beyond these walls.

"But today it's  more than cake and wishes" I tell my self as I sat down to pair my gown with white ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes, their rounded toes reminding me of childhood innocence.

A silver locket with a ring on it hung around my neck, its delicate chain a connection to a past I couldn't fully grasp. Mrs Brian told me it was with me when I came here. I wonder if it's my mom's of my dad's.

But Today I feel alone , being an orphan I've always felt lack of family' but today I feel like "

"what if "

What if my parents were here,

What if my mom help me get ready,

What if my dad drive me to School,

What if this what if that...and so on.

I do have these what if moment often , last time I remember I had one around prom when that Greek god of hotness asked me for prom what a day that was...

Soft curls framed my face, and I tucked them away in case I'm being too much and purposely trying to combat the seriousness of the day. My heart raced as I adjusted the collar, feeling the weight of dreams and responsibilities settle upon me.
I have to do it right.

The orphanage corridors echoed with excited chatter as my fellow graduates prepared for the ceremony.
"Grinn...grinn...grinnnyyyyyyyyyy", a loud hugh pitched voice pierced through my ears.
It's my bestfriend Grey.
She is like the main character of a pop movie. Blonde hairs, dark red lipstick, and unusually long nails.
We are bestfriend ever since I can remember, safe to say seventeen years.
She is my diary, knows my pain, knows my fear, knows my happiness and tears.
Just one irritating thing about her, that she is too obvious about everything. Like right now she is pissed at the girls of our floor and it's clear that she wants to crack open their heads.

They must've told her that her red lipstick and  with black extra bold eyeliner she looks like Gothel.
She doesn't look like her obviously but, she does have those eyes line her. Like.the drunk eyes and obviously scary.

"Tell me you are ready?" she asked.
"I am grey, please calm down" I tell her as I pick a hair pin out to tuck the loose strands out of my face.
I don't have many accessories but I have some from the money I earned working part time at a grocery store.
I smoothed the wrinkles from my gown, my fingers brushing against the embroidered crest—the emblem of hope.

"So shall we princess" she dramatically showed me way out of room.
"Because if not than we have to walk to our school" she again shouted.
"Geez grey, get a life"
"You better get your butt out of this room or else I'll take your life" she tell me with her thumb tracing her neck. She motioned like she'll cut my neck into two.

With a final glance in the mirror, I straightened my shoulders. My hairs framing my body.
Today, I am stepping into the unknown, leaving behind the familiar routines.

The door slammed closed by my dearest friend as i walked out carrying both of our bags and grey locked our dorms room.
Outside, the sun bathed the courtyard in warmth, and I took a deep breath. For beyond these walls, my dream college awaited, and I would hustle, fight, and carve my path.
Today, I would graduate, not just from high school, but from the cocoon that had sheltered me for so long.

"Let's go" my momentarily thoughts trail once again broken my Grey. She basically dragged me out of the porch.
It's a five minutes walk to the main orphanage building. And for God sake reason as I walked into roads leading to the main building my heart started soaring.

"What's tomorrow is going to be like?" a question left hung around the edges of my mind.
And I left it right there. Why shouldn't I?
Isn't its always been like this. Everytime at some uncertain situation we spent hours dwelling for a glimpse of what future behold.
And in return all we are left with again an uncertainty of never being able to find it out.
I have learnt this and not it very good way. That we should left the future in future. All ee have is today and a chance to make today right.
Past is a poetry written with a permanent ink and present is paper that is still have to be filled.
And we still have choice to alter the poetry.
Either make it a poetry of regret and pain or a poetry of hardwork and gain.
It's all about today and it's all on us.
We can decide what's today and we should focus on that only.
So I left that "what's tomorrow is going to be" for tomorrow.
I'll figure that out tomorrow.
Because right now I have my permanent ink and paper with a heading on the right corner of the page.
And I really want to write it right. Just so when I'll turn the pages back, atleast I have a satisfaction that I gave my best to write it right.
And that's what I'll do.

This is the only edited chapter of this book, please guys have patience and save it for later.
I'll edit it soon.