"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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♫ Valentina ♫
WHEN I FIRST came to River Valley, if someone told me that I would be sharing deep life stories with my roommate which I previously disliked very much, I would've laughed in their face and called them delusional.
But here I am.
The night sky is completely dark and it's well past the usual bedtime of 11:00 which absolutely no one follows, telling Luca about my parents and why we moved to Australia.
I held back on telling him about my depression, my siblings, and everything with Evan because that's a bit too deep and after just having had a panic attack about it, I doubt I'd be able to tell him without falling into another one.
Little by little is good, rather than just chucking him into the deep end hoping he doesn't drown or run away.
"Are public school kids that unstable?" Luca asks as he stares at me, his brows furrowed in disbelief after I told him the shit the kids at school would do to me, just because of my eyes.
When I say they're feral, I mean completely psychologically fucked. At the age of 14, which is even more concerning.
I got threatened to have my eyeballs ripped out of my head just for accidentally making eye contact with someone, and another one held a fork up to my face and said they'd stab my eyes out, so it's no wonder I fucking hate my eyes.
Most of the kids in the school I went to though came from the same fucked up side of our area that I did, so it made sense for them to be severely unhinged.
But it didn't make it ok, and it wasn't excusable, despite telling myself that it was for so long because I hated my eyes so much too and I took the fault for having the eyes that I do, instead of realising what fuckheads they all were.
It wasn't just my eyes I got bullied for.
My hair too, especially because it was wilder back then since I didn't have a proper routine to look after my hair since I hated it so much too, so my ponytails were never slicked or pretty and I hated it so much.
I couldn't do the pretty braids that so many other girls at school had, I could never have people play with my hair like other kids did with their friends' hair.
I never knew what to do with my hair either since Davina, my older sister, didn't have curly hair and said she didn't want to hurt me when she would touch my hair.
My freckles were something else.
Kids would run away when I sat with them and said I had a disease and if they touched me, they would get it too.
