after the death of her mother, leighton's father sends her to a boarding school halfway across the world to be taught a lesson. she knows no one and no one knows her.
but the cherry on top is who her roommate is.
#2 in ptsdawareness
#2 in anxiety
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"mama, im sorry, reality's boring."
-drugs and money-new mix by chase atlantic
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I stand in front of the mirror, twisting a strand of my hair between my fingers, trying to decide if I want to leave it loose or pin it up. I
t's one of those decisions that shouldn't matter but feels monumental, like the right hairstyle might magically make me feel more excited about going out tonight.
I never go out so this should be fun!
I settle on leaving it down, the soft waves framing my face, giving me that look I want but never quite feel.
Why don't I look like this at all waking hours?
I sigh.
I'm not as pretty as all those girls. Especially Bailey.
God she is gorgeous.
In the background, my phone buzzes on the dresser, and I glance over at it.
It's a text from Bailey, asking if I'm ready yet and reminding me that she'll be by to pick me up in twenty minutes.
I bite my lip, glancing at the clock.
2 hours should be plenty of time to get dressed, but I still feel like I'm not even halfway ready.
I text her back that I'll be ready in 20 minutes.
What the heck! No I won't!
It's too late now.
I sigh and try and crunch everything in.
I swipe over to another message, this one from Kai.
He's at hockey practice, which is perfect because if he were here, he'd probably try to convince me not to go tonight.
Not in an overbearing way—he'd just raise an eyebrow, maybe make some snarky comment about how I could stay in and binge-watch something instead of wasting my time at a party I don't really want to attend. And honestly, that's probably what I should do.
But I promised Bailey I'd go.
I type out a quick response to Kai's last text:
Me (4:45 pm) be good at practice, sweetheart. don't get hurt please!!
I stare at the screen for a second before adding another message.
Me (4:45 pm) also don't worry about me. im going out tonight!!
I toss my phone onto the bed and turn back to the closet, scanning the racks of clothes like something will jump out at me and make the decision for me.
