Life sucks. Sometimes, I wish things were different, you know? But, things never go my way, anyways. Besides. Who knew my uncle was Simon Cowell?
Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Crystal Marie Jimenez. Call me Chrys. I was born in a small hospital in New York City, New York. My moms name was Sienna Cowell. Now, you may be asking how I didn't put two and two together. Truth is, I never heard about Simon Cowell until we had my mothers funeral. My mom and my uncle never got along very well after my mom married my dad, Jaime Jimenez. You see, my dad was just, at the time, a poor laborer, helping out with whatever job he could do. He was a 'Jack Of All Trades' type of guy, who knew how to do everything. One day mom came to New York, because she wanted to see what the worlds top fashion industries were like. My dad, at the time, was working as a waiter in a very fancy restaurant. Mom went to the restaurant, met dad, fell in love, got married, and had me. All in that same order.
Unfortunately, My grandfather did not approve of her marriage, so he basically disowned her and never spoke to her again, until the funeral. My uncle, on the other hand, completely forgot about her, and the fact that I was his niece. Again, up until the funeral. My fathers parents were the only ones that truly cared about their marriage, and opened up to them with all their hearts, until their own death day.
Okay, so here's the whole story. I was born, and a few years later, my dad died of pneumonia. My mom was heartbroken. She truly loved him with all her heart. So she wanted to join him. I was 6. But my mom saved herself, because she rememebered that she had me. So she came home, and loved me with all her heart. I was 15 when she died.
Now, I live with my uncle Simon, who is sending me to Paris to a boarding school. Of course he wants to get rid of me. Everyone does. I don't know why, but they do. It's probably because I'm such a fail at everything I do. My only joy in life is music. I know how to play basically every instrument except the kazoo. I can't play the simplest of instruments for some odd reason.
So here I am in Paris, going to some dumb boarding school. Joy.
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Briiiiiiiiing! Briiiiiiiing! Briiiiiiiing!
Ugh. I don't want to get out of this bed. No. I slowly lift my head off of the pillows, and start streching my arms and legs a bit. Lazily, I get up off the bed, and start rubbing my eyes, getting them woken up. Trudging, I head over towards the door, when I suddenly remember my stuff. I groan, which wakes up my roommate, Hanna.
"Oi you! Shut up!" She mutters, and turns on her bed. I just roll my eyes and grab my things.
Soon, I make it to the bathrooms, lucky enough to get there before anyone else. Gently, I place my clothing articles down on the bench beside the showers, and enter the showers, all the while, removing my pajamas.
After a few minutes of showering, I hear several voices, and now I know some people have entered to take a shower. I hear giggles and whispers, and some screams. I roll my eyes and finish rinsing out the conditioner, and then turn the shower off. The warmth dissapears and I'm now surrounded by cold. I reach out of the shower to grab the towel, but I can't find it. Dammit. They must have took it. I swear, they always do this! Luckily, I always have a backup. I climb up the showers, and reach for the extra towel I place in the empty stall next to my own. No one uses that shower, because it doesnt work. I quickly dry myself off, and change into my uniform. Luckily, they didn't take that.
I race to the mirror, in attempt to get my hair and makeup done before anyone comes and hogs the mirror. I look at my reflection, and see my dark indigo eyes staring back at me. My hair is all soaked, but still the red and brown mixture shows. I quickly brush the tangles out of my long hair, and then proceed to put it in a messy bun. I'll let it dry by itself. It's not like I'm going anywhere anyways. Quickly, I apply the concealer over my darkish spots under my eyes, and some of the pimples on my face. Then I put on the foundation, but only a little bit so that way I don't cake my face in makeup like some girls. Finally, I apply a little black eyeliner, and some mascara. I rub the eyeliner a bit, so it smudges and makes my eyes pop.
