your pov
beep beep beep beep
i groaned and slammed off my alarm.
5:15, am my clock read.
i sighed and swung my legs over the side of my bed and began to walk to my closet.
i pulled out the floral dress my mom told me to wear, and i put it on.
i looked at myself hopelessly in the mirror.
'this isn't you.' i thought.
'don't think like that. it is you. do you want to disappoint your parents? they already hate you enough. do this one thing right.'
i turned away from the body-length mirror and i went to my vanity.
my father doesn't let me wear make-up.
he says it will ruin my complexion, and natural beauty is the best for me.
the only thing he lets me do is curl my long eyelashes.
i grabbed my eyelash-curler and gently curled my eyelashes, making sure not to poke my eyes out.
once i was done, i brushed my hair out and put it in a half-up half-down.
my stomach grumbled, indicating i was hungry, so i silently and slowly walked down the stairs, remembering my parents telling me,
"you're too loud coming down the stairs. it isn't lady like. oh, and slow down."
once i got down the stairs, i coughed lightly, trying to get my mom's attention.
it didn't work.
per usual.
so instead, i just waltzed into the dining room, waiting for them to notice my presence.
i sat down at the table quietly.
"oh, you're finally up." my dad said while peering over his newspaper.
i wanted to say, 'what in the world do you mean, it's now 6 am. i was up 45 minutes ago trying to look my best to impress you.'
but instead i just nodded my head and said,
"sorry father."
(omg i typed 'instead' and it autocorrected to 'kms' idk why, but i feel like it isn't a good thing)
my mom then walked in, humming a tune to the 'ghostbuster' theme song.
she gasped happily once she saw me.
i smiled proudly.
"yay, y/n! you're wearing the dress i chose out for you! it makes you look so perfect."
once she said perfect my smile was no longer genuine.
but i held my smile there, since i didn't want to disappoint my mother.
"thanks, mom." i say through gritted teeth.
"here's your breakfast y/n." my mom replied, handing me a small container of applesauce.
"you could lose a few pounds, don't want to lose your figure now! you will only be eating fruits and veggies until you start back up with swimming. you have to be healthy. i will allow you some protein after you go on your weekly runs though." my mom continued.
i nodded weakly.
"don't give me that attitude. do you have a problem, y/n?" my mom snapped.
