September 3rdSince today was the start of Chloë's three day weekend she decided to sleep in, but of course nothing ever happens in her favor.
Her parents woke her up to tell her they were going on a spontaneous trip for their upcoming anniversary and to not "call them for shit".
Like they would even be on the list of people she'd call if she needed help in any way, shape, or form.
Just like that her day was ruined, sometimes Chloë would fantasize what it would be like if she were born into a different family, one where her parents loved her and her sister did as well.
Makayla would rarely call to check on her, but she understood that her parents weren't the best parents to Kayla either, so she understood why she up and moved away as soon as she hit 18.
She didn't expect Kayla to stop her life for her, but to just move on, without looking back, knowing how abusive their parents could get baffled Chloë.Also their parents had gotten a lot worse over the two, almost three, years with Makayla being gone.
All of the anger and frustration got taken out on Chloë.
Chloë laid in bed with tears streaming down her face, all the child wanted was someone to care for her, someone to love her even a fraction of the amount she craved.
The girl loved so hard, and got quickly attached to anyone that showed her an ounce of kindness since she wasn't used to it.
These traits caused Many failed friendships, Chloë has always been labeled 'Too clingy' and 'overly weird'
She'd often let people do her any kind of way because in the end, she knew she'd end up alone anyways, so what's the point in fighting it?
That's a horrible way to think but when that's what's been instilled into your head since you were old enough to comprehend, you start to believe it.
Hearing her phone ding, Chloë was knocked out of her thoughts.
Picking it up she seen that it was a text from Delaney.
Delaney💜
Hey, what you doin? If you not busy you wanna ride with me today?After reading the text and replying to him with a thumbs up and her address.
remembering her oath about making her last days her best, or at least try too, Chloë slowly got up.
She threw on a chill outfit, and put her hair into two braids, it took a minute since she had to detangle and slick her hair down to get decent sections.
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