prologue

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I wake up and realize its another horrible day. I get out of bed and walk into my bathroom and look in the mirror as if I can't get any uglier. I put a bun in my hair and brush my teeth and get ready for the worse 8 hours of school but I guess I have to get used too it if I want my education. When i finished brushing my teeth and washing my face I go to my closet and finds something to wear I think in my head -should i wear something classy or out there? I think I should do both- I look in my closet and get my red polka-dot crop top and white jeans I put my clothes on and look at myself I feel pretty inside but not sure about the outside. I never found myself pretty or beautiful but before my mom died she said I was beautiful no matter what people say she said - your pretty in your own way no matter what the haters say- that's the closest I ever been with my mom every since she died but 5:40am and I have to be at the bus stop by 6:00am.I put on my vans and fix my bun and rush out the house to meet my best friend Ciarrah.

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