India POV
I rolled out of bed,not really feeling it,but i had to get ready for school.
I walked into the bathroom, afraid to look myself in the mirror. The mirror and I have a beef going,since i was in elementary. It chose sertain days to down me. And somedays the mirror would win. I was too weak to even try to fight with it this morning.
I looked down as i brushed my teeth, i knew i wouldnt be able to bear what i seen.
"Did you not look in the mirror this morning,you are ugly"
"What happened ?you couldnt cover your ugliness because the mirror broke"
I looked up to see my own complexion. My eyes were swollen from all the crying i did.i had dry tear stain and messed up make up on my skin.
"You are ugly..you are ugly..you are ugly.."
"Ahhhh", i screamed. Knocking down everything in my view. I felt haunted. I was ugly.inside and out. I was so ugly on the outside that it made me an ugly person on the inside.
The words of my elementary bully haunted me down. I was ugly.
*knock knock* "India what is you doing?making all that damn noise and im trying to sleep,and hurry up ,before you be late for school", i heard my mothers voice. Im surprised she even here. And here i am, going crazy mentally and she couldnt even help.
"Its okay indy.it will get better", i told myself.
I hopes in the shower ,taking 15minutes to wash up . I knew i needed to take more time to do my make up. I wanted to make sure the bags under my eyes warent noticeable.
After a good 45 minutes passed, i was ready for school. I dressed in some levi jeans,a black fitted tank top,and my black timbs.I pulled my hair into a messy bun . I grabbed my phone and keys and walked out my room.
I walked to the kitchen to see my moma sitting at the table.
"Why was you screaming and making alot of noice", she looked up from her phone.
"Bad morning to you too",i mumbled.
I grabbed a banana out the fruit basket and an orange juice.
"What ",she questioned.
"Nun", i walked out the door.
What a great mother! Never around and when she do come around she has an attitude. Like i said,such an great mother.
I hoped in my car and made my way to school.
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