I slowly began to pack my clothes into my huge black suitcase. I was feeling so many things at the moment. I felt sad, angry, frustrated, and mostly depressed. I sat for a moment and thought maybe it was for the best. Maybe I was better off this way, but the thought of more people ruining my life and tearing me apart ruined my slight hope.
I walked out of my room into the small bathroom next to my room and began to brush my long thin light brown hair. It was always in knots. I dropped my brush as soon as I saw into the mirror. I just stared into the mirror looking at every flaw on my face. It just hurt me more to think I had more on my body. I met my bright blue eyes. The only thing I appreciated from my gene pool.
I began packing again and soon enough I started crying. I was a mess, I mean who would want to move from Florida, America across the world to Melbourne, Australia?
After a good 7 minutes I stood up and finished up my packing. It was my fault I had good grades and had said yes to move to a better school in Australia.
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Call For Help (Janoskians/Luke brooks)
FanfictionA smart young teenage girl, Alejandra has agreed to moving to Melbourne, Australia from Florida, USA and is devastated. The insecure 15 year old is bullied and pushed around, hurt, and mostly denied but will she find a strong passion of hate toward...
