sheep in wolfs clothing

Disgust

"Pathetic little bitch," -I muttered out, my lip quivering. I'd been looking at my reflection for more than twenty minutes now. A distorted, monstrous face stared back.
I wouldn't cry. I was too strong to cry, I've worked too hard on myself,I've gone too far-
Instead i pushed herself up and threw myself at my bathrooms door. It swung open with a loud thud. Then, i knelt down and shoved two fingers down my throat. She gagged, more tears blurring my vision, but i wouldn't cry, i pushed my fingers farther down my throat until i felt bile in my throat.
" anything but tears," her mother has taught me.
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That night i couldn't sleep at all. All i thought of was how i killed someone and felt satisfaction. It made me feel like my mother. I hated her, my mother always favorited my brother.When i was younger my mother would buy me pets like bunnies or cats and then would make me watch her kill my pets. She did that so i would get used to the feeling of murder and wouldn't feel bad for the person being killed.
My father was the only person i was able to fully trust, i loved him, he was my best friend. My father would always let me cry and he would be there to confort me when i was crying.
In school i used to get bullied by girls because i had a lot of money, nobody knew how i had a lot of money though. They were all just jealous. But all the boys were in love with me,when i would walk in the hallways every boy would look at me. My father would always say- "don't be sad because of some girls. You have what you want and they have what they can." That would boost my ego. In high school i learned to not care about what others think about me, and since i was so confident, everyone started admiring me. I started to become very popular.
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Two weeks after
I was talking with my friend Maven, when all of the sudden Maven started getting very flustered and i started getting confused.
"why are you acting like that?" - said Nazaria
"turn around." Said Maven
Nazaria turned around and she saw a tall brunette boy with a pretty smile. He looked shy and sweet. Nazaria went over to him to say hi.
"hello, my names Nazaria Allure. Your new here right? What's your name?"- said Nazaria
"yeah I'm new, I moved from Nottingham, England. My name is Zayden Wells." -said Zayden
"do you need help finding your class?"- said Nazaria
"yea"- said Zayden
Nazaria took Zayden to his class and they both said bye. Nazaria went to her class but she couldn't pay attention, she kept thinking about his eyes. There was something about his eyes that she loved.