Previously known as Too Badass For You
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ｓｏｍｅpeople who have been ᒪᑌᑕKY enough to be blessed by the s͙t͙a͙r͙s͙ find ℓσvε.
Some find love in the most ᑌᑎᗴ᙭ᑭᗴᑕ丅ᗴᗪ ways...
In the most ᑌᑎᗴ᙭ᑭᗴᑕ丅ᗴᗪ places...
And even with...
The one place I never thought I'd ever end up in: high school. Yep, you heard me right, er, read. See, I'm not really the kind of person to physically go to school. In fact, I was homeschooled all my life. Now don't worry; I'm no Cady Heron and I know what really does happen in high school. Sure I never really experienced it, but there's a first time for everything...
Actually, I've had way too many first times already in all my nineteen years of living. I'm so over first times.
I never really got it when my friends, who have gone to high school their proper years, complained about going to school. I never got why they'd rather gouge their eyes out than attend a place of education. It seemed so weird to me whenever they'd complain and expect me to reciprocate their feelings. I mean I get it, I'm not a morning person either; I'd never wake up so early in the morning just to attend another day of other people trying to teach you things you will most likely never use in real life. I mean come on, when are you ever gonna use square rooting and finding the value of x in an angle in real, everyday life?
Exactly. It's useless information.
So here I am now, putting on my tall-as-hell platform heeled boots, which by the way makes me look like a walking skyscraper. I actually like it though. I'm already five feet and eleven inches tall, just one short from being a whopping six feet, and it doesn't bother me that I have to look down on most people. Sure, I get these weird looks from people most of the time, but you get used to me just as I got used to the looks.
I finished putting my shoes on and stood up from the plush, white lounge seat in the corner of my closet. The closet is just a huge room that I had renovated to look like a walk-in closet on steroids to fit all my clothes and stuff. It connects directly to my bedroom and bathroom to make it easier to access. I sauntered over to the nearest wall mirror and studied my reflection.
My hair was up to it's usual, natural blonde waviness at the middle to bottom part of my butt-length hair. I wore Elie Tahari Roxanna black tight leggings for my bottoms and an Eavis & Brown bardot neckline corset top. Since it's a little cold outside, I wore a Givenchy cropped biker jacket on top. My long legs complimented the Laurence Dacade boots nicely and topped off the whole outfit by accessorizing with a Hueb Spectrum 18k white gold and diamond choker. I'm not really big on accessories, even though I have a lot of it just gathering dust somewhere in the room.
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Yeah, don't mind the expensive stuff. I'm rich. Blunt, but it strikes the point. Although, I'm not spoiled. In fact, I don't even have parents. I live by myself, save for the occasional maid who comes in to clean some parts of the house twice a week.
