-Win from the lose- Joost KleinXCarrina(you)

-unserious artists-

~Carrina's pov~

Morning.
Should I hate it?
An alarm woke me up at 6:30am. I didn't want to get up but after snoozing it five times I finally did.
My back was hurting and my black, short, curly hair was totally frizzy. My apartment was a huge mess.
I got up from my bed and went straight to the bathroom to wash my face.
Life should be beautiful right? Yea well for me it's a fucking great disaster.
My gray shorts and pink baggy shirt were on me.
I went to the kitchen to make something to eat.
Cereal like always right?
Of course.
I was preparing cereals and cursing everything that's around me.
I opened the fridge to get the milk but it was empty. What a beautiful way to start the day. I decided that i would skip my breakfast so i prepared my bag and changed myself in a black uniform

and tied my hair in a bun.

I got my bag and my plans. I couldn't find my keys tho.
I spent for like half an a hour searching for them. I could make it to the Malmö by now.
Helsingborg is not that far away from Malmö if you ask me. Just 40-50 minutes of driving.

I found them. They were under the bed. How did they get here? Nevermind i didn't had a time for questioning. I burst out of my apartment, got in my car and start driving. I played some Eurovision songs during my ride, i wanted to know for what artists I'm organizing this party. This project is a huge work. Me and my colleagues worked for a months to make it as planned. I didn't want to fail this.

As i said, my was a disaster. Moving in the Netherlands when i was 9 was a life change for the entire family. My father had a work there and my mother made a deal with a company that was in Amsterdam so we had to move. My brother became a some kind of a criminal, he was getting in a street fights nonstop and he was stealing. What a bad influence from his friend group that he found. He was 16 by that time. My parents used to get in a fights a lot because of him and almost every single thing was about him, i was there just for a family decoration.
We were a perfect family. Everyone admired our perfection,but i admired their happiness.
I couldn't be happy like them. I felt like i was living a curse of a "perfect family". We were perfect for outside but we were nothing inside the house. Everyone was screaming at eachother and breaking things.
And with broken glasses they broke my heart. Their actions were a huge pressure on my young brain. I had a big weight on my back and i couldn't show that to anyone. We gain a reputation really quick. Family Ralles, family from everyone's dream. What a nightmare.
I dont remember a lot from Netherlands but i know that i got into a fight with one boy when i was 13. It happend when my mother had to go From Amsterdam in another town and she had to take me with her so i could help her with stuffs like always. I was seeing that boy and his small group of friends on the streets. When we arrived my mother told me to wait for her outside the building which was annoying. The city was huge, it was Leeuwarden. Very beautiful city. There was that boy. I bumped into him when i was walking around the building. He was very mad about it so he pushed me and i fell on the ground. All my anger that was from my family was inside of me, ready to burst out. I quickly got up and pushed him against the wall. I went to punch him but he moved a side so i hit the wall. It was hurting me as hell but i couldn't think of that in the moment. All i wanted is to kill him. I remember that he was saying something in Dutch but i didn't care about it. Eventually we start fighting like that untill my mother came from nowhere. She grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the car. The entire ride was how i will fail in my life like my brother did. But i couldn't give a shit. I was feeling relieved. Half of my anger got outside. I noticed that he had interesting white hair and blue eyes, they looked like they were made from glass. To bad that my type is dark features, atleast that's what i thought...