[{~Head up,stay strong. Fake a smile,move on.~}]
《Chapter 2》
When i wake up the next day, i feel someones arm draped around my waist and reach over to unhook myself from Kaylas hold. I frown inwardly, she only ever comes up to the attic to sleep with me when she's scared. It must have been one of her nightmares again.
I get up to check my phone: Monday 7am. Ugh, that explains the weird feeling in my stomach; school. Even though i'm in my last year of high school now, i still get that queasy 'first day of BIG school' feeling at the start of every week. I don't know - i have too many insecurities, don't judge me. #So please don't judge me, and i won't judge you# (sorry, it's a problem).
I head over to the en suite and take a cool shower. The cold water feels good against my warm skin. I choose a power refresh blue shower gel that leaves me with the same scent i'd get had i just bathed in pure ocean waters. As i scrub my body, i try not to wince when i go over the spots where i can see purple and blue bruises flowering on my shoulders from the night before. It'll be easy to cover up though, i'll just wear a t-shirt or something.
When i get out, my hair is dripping wet and i wrap a towel around it along with one around my body. Grabbing my makeup bag from my bedroom i set to work in front of the bathroom mirror. Nothing special; a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and the perfect 'my lips but better' matte lipstick. I decide against blow drying my hair since the noise would likely wake Kayla up and towel dry it instead. My hair is straight, black and falls just past my shoulders. I suppose it suits me what with my name meaning dark/black. Well, that's what people say anyway, i associate it with something else though: my soul.
I don't dress to impress anyone other than myself but i'll be honest; i enjoy changing up my style once in a while. Lately i've been rocking light wash ripped jeans, black sneakers and my Céline t-shirt. I grab a flannel from my wardrobe and head downstairs with my backpack over my shoulder.
On the way down to the kitchen i bang on Klaus' door to wake him up. He likes waking up two minutes before i'm about to lose my mind (he drives us both to school) just to piss me off. When i get to the kitchen he's already at the counter with two slices of tomato and avacado toast.
"Thanks" i say as i reach for the second slice.
Klaus gives his jerk smile as he watches me about to take a bite.
"I licked it,"
"Ugh, you're beyond disgusting" I drop the toast back on the plate and shove his head.
Klaus is just shy of a year older than me so we're both in 12th grade. Sometimes it can be annoying, like when girls pretend to be my friend just to get close to him but most of the time it's cool because even when he pretends not to know me, Klaus can tell when i'm down and cheer me up instantly just by rolling his top lip into his mouth so he looks like Thing One and Thing Two from The Cat in The Hat to make me burst out laughing.
Though we both got our license i usually let him just drive me when im too lazy. Today, however, i feel like going to school alone so i can have some time to think about yesterdays events, you know, clear my head. I hadn't told my brother what i did and i don't plan to anytime soon, yesterday i would have told him though. Luckily for me, i came home before anyone woke up which meant i prevented myself from telling them the truth of my whereabouts and what i was doing - i knew i wouldn't have had the heart to lie.
"So how is your performance practice going?" Klaus asks through a mouthful of toast, breaking me from my thoughts and spewing crumbs everywhere in the process.
"Okay," i shrug.
He's talking about the annual concert my school holds at the beginning of the year; it's supposed to be a way of "motivating" the students by having seniors perform an act; singing,dancing,mime etc.
I wouldn't usually put myself out there like that and perform but we don't exactly have a choice since names are picked out of a hat by the Principle. This would be my first time (and last, come to think of it) being part of the concert. I could just back out and have my mum write a letter but that's too long, especially because we're all used to it and it's not a big deal anymore, just tradition. And anyway my friends are counting on me, they say they "can't wait" for me to suprise everyone, but i have a feeling they just want to taunt and tease me as much as possible. Knowing my friends they'll probably hold up pictures of butt cheeks or make farting noises while i'm on stage just to throw me off.
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Novela Juvenil"Put away your mask", he whispered in my ear. "I saw your soul." ~ Since the death of her older brother, Keira Dark has changed. But not in the way you'd think; rather than become a depressed recluse, Keira changed her style - not just in fashion bu...
