I take my blonde hair and put it in the black hair dye. I dry it then put a piece in front of my right eye. I put on black lipstick. Purple shirt, leather jacket, and black skinny jeans.
"Darla time for you to go to school." My sweet mother says.
"Okay." I say with a raspy voice, not really listening.
I trudge downstairs. It's easy in these black boots. I grab my black bag. You can see I like black.
I get into my car and drive to school.
The torture begins.
I walk in and everyone stops and stares like I'm a disease. Then they snicker and talk about me. Same routine everyday.
I open my locker. On the mirror it said Vamp. The usage. No originality.
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Ring!
School is over. Finally. I walk to my car and drive home as quickly as possible.
I run upstairs. I wash all of the black hair dye out. I wash the sink so no sign of black anything is anywhere. Then I pull my hair in a pony tail. Then put on pink makeup.
Then I put on a blue tank top, green hangover shirt, short shorts which are red. Then I grab a water and race to my dance studio. Which is only a mile away.
Right now I'm Darla Walts. Not Darla Joe.
I run to the studio with my blonde hair whipping around. I finally make it.
"Mrs. Darla Walts?" The receptionist, Jacey, asks.
"Yep." I reply.
"Your recital is about to start. We have specials guests. So go!" She says pointing down a hallway. I run down the hall and I find the changing room.
I find my outfit on a rack. It's a white lace dress, a tiara, and black jazz shoes.
I look out at the audience. Oh look all the people from school are here. Thank goodness they don't know who I really am. They think I'm Darla Walts not Darla Joe.
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Story Of My Life
Fanfiction[this probably going to be discontinued because I don't want to write about Zayn being in the band when he's not] Darla Joe and Darla Walts are nothing alike. Darla Joe is dark and mysterious and she has no friends and does nothing. She's got black...
