I open my eyes groggily and stretch out my arms and legs so much, I start making disturbing sounds. I feel a surge of happiness tickling my heart as I think: today is going to be a good day.I throw off the covers of of me and jump out of bed. Humming a random tune, I go to the bathroom and get ready. Afterwards, I throw in a new pretty turquoise blouse, black skinny jeans, and a pair of Vans. Today, I put an extra effort in my looks with makeup and decide to look a bit presentable to the human race, unlike every other day that I've been here since I moved in.
I'm going to see Rebekah. Dear old Rebekah. I can finally have a permanent best friend, and we can do all sorts of things that I've grown up seeing but never actually got to do. I was moving from one place to another too much. I think Katerina remembers her. She doesn't know that she's still alive though, or that she's the reason I'm going there.
But then it hits me.
I have to get a friend with me from school. How can I explain to them about it. Plus, how will I go and come back with Rebekah when they're with me.
I can't be like, oh this is my 600 year old best friend that got bullied out of town and I'm bringing her back. Just the casual.
Great. Something just has to ruin my mood.
I grab a cupcake, granola bar, and an apple and grab my car keys. Just before leaving the house, I glance at my reflection next to the front door.
My brownish black hair is tied back in a French braid and the dark circles under my eyes are hidden with concealer. I look like a more sane version of my mom. I have the same crystal blue eyes, long and thin nose, round chin, and thick high cheek bones. I guess I can be classified as pretty but not as pretty as Katerina. My eyes are too small and they don't match my dark hair. I'm not a naturally insecure person, but I'm not so arrogant about my looks either.
I leave the house and hop into my blue Audie TT car that I got as a gift from my parents when I turned..... I honestly don't remember. I chuckle at my forgetfulness-
"Are you remembering how you liked like when you were a freshman? Cuz that sure is funny for me." A voice says that startles me so much, that I jump so high and bump my head to the roof of the car.
I turn my head and see Lorenzo with a smirk on his face. "How the hell did you get in here?"
"My dear sister, I can see that you still haven't caught up with my sneaky tricks." He says and puts his hands behind his head.
"Since when did I become your 'dear sister'? Since when did you-" But then it clicks to me. He wants something, and he must really want something since he called my 'dear'.
"Spill it. What do you want?" I cross my arms and sigh impatiently.
"Fine. I need to borrow your car for today after school and a couple more times."
I raise an eyebrow. "Why?"
"You don't have to know why, but I really need it."
"You don't have to get it, then. Bye now!" I wiggle my fingers at him, while looking at him from the rearview mirror, and open the backseat door using my magic.
"Please?" He pleads. "I really really need it. I'll owe you big time."
"Will you tell me why?"
He takes a deep breath and looks down. "I found a very hot blonde, and I have to get my ways with her. But she's a bit snobby and rich. This makes it harder to get her, which makes me want to get her even more."
"I see. Well, it was nice talking to you. Bye."
I am not going to help him hook up with a girl, lead her on, and then dump her. That's just cruel.
"But-"
"No."
"Ple-"
I am so tired of his bullshit ways. "I swear if you don't get out of this car i will kill you bring you back to life just to kill you again. Ora , uscire da qui si pezzo muto di merda che non può ottenere qualcosa di giusto nella sua vita."
A thick coat of silence covers the air. He looks hurt.
Okay, maybe I went too far. But he never learns from his mistakes and I'm just trying to look out for him.
"Fine. If that's how you think of me, I won't bother you again. Since I'm such a dumb piece of shut that can't get a life." He snaps and storms out the car.
Now, I feel absolute horrible.
My morning is going off as a great start.
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Heyyy!
Okay, so I'm not exactly proud of this chapter but i needed to post something since I've been out of the loop lately. I'm very sorry i haven't updated last Thursday or yesterday. It was because i had major family and school issues and so much pressure and stress. I'll try to make up for it by posting again tomorrow, and i promise to try harder from now on.
Also, i know that right now this books is focused on many thing and its looks hectic, but its not. I have everything planned out and this book is going to be very long, thus so many points. Just stick with me on this crazy ride of a roller coaster of reading my book, and I promise it will be your worth while.
Until next time,
-Mal
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