Masks.

Chapter - 1

It's 7:30 am when my alarm goes off. I groan in frustration, another day in the hell hole that we call school. Another day wearing a smile that's not real. Another day of having to deal with people you don't practically like. Another day of being told what to do, fucking fantastic. I don't actually hate school despite what I let people believe, I quite enjoy it I use it as my escape from Monday to Friday. It's my escape from home and I need that. I live at home with my mom or if that's what you could call living I don't know. My mom finds being a single mom tough, so to cope she parties and drinks. She drinks a lot to the extent where I am home alone most nights beginning when I get back from school. There is always the exceptions for when she is too hungover from the previous night to go out the next so she stays home either in bed or lounging on the couch I actually prefer when she isn't around though, at least then I don't have to listen to the constant criticism about me that comes out her mouth. I'd leave but I don't have anyone to go to really my dad isn't in the picture and my grandparents along with my one and only aunt live the other side of the country and as much as I hate living here I just couldn't bring myself to uproot my life and leave everything to across the country and have to start new with everything and everyone. Guess it's a comfort thing, or maybe I'm not as courageous as I'd like to think I am. Either way after my alarm goes off for a second time after me hitting snooze the first I roll out of bed and to head to the bathroom to shower.

After I shower and avoid the vomit in the hallway from the last nights adventure of my mother I head back into my room to get changed and ready for school, before I do so I stare at myself in the mirror in my towel with my wet peroxide blonde hair dripping down my back and my bare face staring back at me. I just stare blankly at my reflection for about 15 seconds before dropping my towel and taking in my full appearance from different angels. I take in my 5ft 8 height which always seems like such an awkward height to me. I take in my body, I take in every blemish, every mark, everything...and I hate it. I've never been successful in the self confidence department but I'd never let that show, girls these days will jump on any weakness that they sense. I stare at my reflection for a few more seconds before shuddering and quickly changing into my clothes which consists of a pair of denim shorts a black tee and a shawl like cardigan with fringe ends paired with over the knee black socks and black booties. I sit down in front of my mirror and apply my daily make up which I like to refer to as my mask, it's a bit heavier than you're average girls daily make up as I heavily line my eyes after contouring my face and to finish I add a burgundy lip. I use make up as my mask because it gives me the opportunity to show people what I want them to see instead of what they might actually see if they saw the true me. Truth is if they did, they'd see a broken girl who's spark died a long time ago.

***Hey Guys!!!!!

So that's the first chapter to my story I hope you enjoyed it.

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