Under The Stars (EDITING)

Under The Stars

I wrote this during my cringey phase, judge it all you want.😂

Update- Currently trying to upgrade the chapters. Soz if you see errors.

(Edited)

Chapter 1:

Your POV:

Why?

Why do I have to be this girl who just can't be noticed for who she is? Why can't I have an easy journey where I find who I am? Why do I have to pretend to be someone else?

I try to be adventurous like trying some badass stuff, or buy things to shape myself, but nothing.

Nothing fixes it.

Even going in that peer pressure High School shenanigans we all know and are very familiar of. Trust me, it's not worth it.

And no I don't mean drugs or smoking, I mean make up, dressing up and going through boys faster than I run 100m.

Heck, I haven't even had my first serious boyfriend.

Not that it matters.

My mom keeps bothering me to find someone who'll stick ,but even superglue can't do anything.

My family can be a little, wait no, like ALL the time busy. Everyone in my family is high in the industry, and famous for their works.

My dad is a director, and my mom is a full time actress. My brother is a NFL player, and my sister is a College cheerleader.

And what am I?

I don't know man.

But you know what I'm supposed to be?

Like them.

Ever since I was young, I was like a mosaic vase who was made piece by piece by everyone. I didn't have a chance to showcase who I am.

I don't like being this girl anymore.

The one who can't move on, and overthinks every single action she does after. The one who does amounts of disappointing sh*t.

I don't like who I am.

I never wanted to be who I am.

Until I found out about basketball, singing, and real friends. And threw the fake ones away with their bullsh*t.

*Next Day*

I run to my dad's car, faster than ever, because I was running late. The usual.

I'm in skinny ripped jeans with a ribbed crop top. I didn't bother to do much with my hair so it's straight as me. Plain white converse, I know, basic b*tch.

I hate school just as much as Malfoy hates Harry.

Honestly, don't we all?

"Welcome to a new, beautiful day, Cougars!" Ms. Benson shouts over he mic meaning announcements are about to come.

New students? I'm guessing.

I slam my locker close and jog to my first period.

I walk in and an unfamiliar face greets me. Knew it.

"Oh, hi Y/n!" My most aggravating teacher calls.

I walk to her desk hesitantly. She always makes me do sh*t I hate.