Sweet darkness

That must be the devil

The devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. 'Cause he's a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite.
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When the curtains were torn out in the company of Natasha, who was singing loudly "It's my party" to herself, my beauty sleep was over.

I love the song, general music, but when Natasha sings it sounds like sirens and I don't mean the ones in mythology Where the sailors kill themselves because it's so beautiful, no, they would kill themselves because it's so terrible. Really, of all the things she can do, singing isn't one of them

the blanket is torn off "Hey" I complain, I feel the cold air through my thin night dress, my window is wildly thrown open "Get up Katerina, you don't want to be late for your first day of school" I look at the clock 5:30 damn 5:30 I could have slept at least another hour and still arrived on time. I look at my disturbers with raised eyebrows while I try to keep my eyes open. "It's five thirty!" "I know," she replies with a grin, which makes me let out an annoyed sigh "Then why are you here at this time?"

Really, it's an inhumane time. I feel sorry for everyone who has to get up at this time.
Honestly, that's torture. "Your father wants you to have breakfast with him because he's leaving today."

There was something "and then we're alone here with Jade. She's already acting like the mistress of the house. I don't even want to imagine what it's like when your father is gone.

I stand up just where my feet touch the ice-cold ground. It feels terrible. "We'll somehow survive it and if you can poison them, you cook the food and I'll get the poison.

I know which can't be proven," I say ironically I once read that in one of my many non-fiction books. I walk past her into the bathroom to take a shower.

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After I took a shower I do my skin care routine and then go into my dressing room where I look around for an outfit, nothing too long but nothing too short because of the boys.

I already get the looks like that in normal everyday life, as is probably the case with boys have never seen a girl in the end it doesn't matter what you wear you always get looked at stupidly what you learn as a woman very early on.

I like to deal with topics like this and have a lot of books about it in the end I decide on a simple outfit which still looks good and emphasizes my brown eyes and my brown hair.

I go down to the dining room where a set table is already waiting for me. My father comes right after me and kisses my forehead before sitting down next to me. "Are you excited?" I look at him, half asleep.

"Why should I be excited?" "Because of them your first day at school, you stupid "Amm a bit maybe Natasha enters the room with a teapot and gives me black tea that will hopefully wake me up after the cold shower didn't help, the black tea that i drink since my 4 month stay in London when I was 8 years old.

Believe me, I couldn't survive without this tea. "Don't worry, you'll definitely find friends. Anyone who doesn't want to be friends with you has serious problems." She smiles at me encouragingly. "Ooh, I know who "I wouldn't like to be my friend

I'm smart, funny and hot." I point to my body and roll my eyes.

My problem is not finding friends anymore, keeping them because I feel like I move every month, which according to my father wouldn't be the case anymore, but let's see how It lasts a long time, maybe it's just one of his moods.

Suddenly I feel sad at the thought that my mother can't see me today.

You can apparently see how I'm feeling on my face, which is why my father looks at me with a worried look and takes my hand.