Saving Myself

Chapter 1

This is my first book. Please have mercy on me. English is my second language, and I'm doing this to improve my writing skill. So if you see any mistakes or a word wrongly used please tell me. Thanks :)

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My appearance reflects in the fitting room mirror. The dim lights making me look even more tired and pale than I actually am.

There isn't much to look at really, with my think hideous glasses, baggy clothes, no makeup face, and chaotic semi curly dirty blonde hair in a bun. A person that doesn't know me would actually mistake me for a suspicious person. But all of this is just a façade.

Behind the outrages glasses, I had light brown eyes. My long dirty blond hair isn't actually as bad as it seems, and I had a slender body. I don't have a model height but I'm not short either. Last time I checked I was 5'7.

The reason I dress like this on purpose is because I don't want to get attaches to anyone. But I guess deep inside I want to have friends to go out and laugh together. However no one pays attention to me. It's as if I have the plague.

But I can't blame them. In this world everyone judges by appearance.

So that was how my sophomore year ended. Me all alone in a new school without any friends. I can't say I was depressed by it. I appreciated peace and quiet. Not that I had any. Thanks to my cousin Steven who was always bugging me, but I still love that idiot.

"Olivia hurry up! How long does it take you to change." Aunt Leslie yells.

Sighing I leave the fitting room, tired of all the clothes that I tried. Sometimes my aunt can go little overboard with all the shopping.

Since the death of my dad, I've been living with my aunt. It's been little over a year now. Aunt Leslie took me in, and treated me like I was one of her children. I would be forever in her debt for what she did for me.

She could have left me alone in my sorrow, but she didn't. She took me in and gave me love, compassion, and comfort. I try to act like I'm all right, but I guess deep down she knows that a loved ones death can't be healed that fast.

As time goes one only gets familiar with the pain and gets to live with it.

"God you're so impatient. You're just like Steven" I say, walking to where she is.

"Well, I am his mother after all and I'm hungry so hurry up." she demands with a sweet smile on her face.

She is as tall as me. She has light brown eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get going then," I mumble.

We passing the infinite number of stores. Half of them I haven't even been to.

"God, couldn't you change from those clothes. I swear sometimes I don't even know how we're related. I love fashion and you like... that," she says, pointing a finger at my clothes when she said 'that'.

Even though I'm not related to her by blood, she always includes me.

"I know right? I at least know how to save money, and you just spend it on things you don't even need. One day you're going to end up on the streets because you couldn't pay your rent."

"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it," she says laughing.

Out of nowhere aunt Leslie says , "You look so much like your mother. You have her eyes and hai-"

"Please let's not talk about her."

Talking about my mother is a taboo subject for me. What she did to my dad and me is unforgivable. A mother would never do that to her family.