Chapter 1

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"Just one more try! I'll get this damn cat eye for sure!" Hannah muttered to herself while looking at her makeup mirror, slowly dragging her liquid liner across her eyelid.

One small breath made her mess up. "What the hell? Who needs eyeliner anyway?" She groaned. Her reflection was staring back at her, warping the image in Hannah's mind. "Oh yeah, I do." The reflection in her imagination didn't do her beauty justice. "You're alright, everyone else thinks I'm pretty. That's all that matters." Hannah fixes her eyeliner before grabbing her handbag and exiting her small apartment.

While searching for her car keys, Hannah spots a guy across the street on a morning jog. "Wow...that ass!" She laughs to herself. Oh how she wishes that she had friends to bag on her perverted mind. After getting in her car the radio blared "I'm so fancy! You already know!" Hannah jumped, fumbling to turn down the volume. Who the hell can listen to music this loud?

The man that was on his morning jog heard Hannah's yelling from the near heart attack. He ran his hand through his recently cut brown hair and kept jogging. "Well Hannah, you know how to scare the piss out of yourself!" She kept yelling. Everyone must have thought she was crazy.

Ever since high school nobody cared about Hannah. Nobody. Her family was in Washington and only called her once or twice a year and she only visits them during the holidays. She always says it's fine when all she wants is someone to talk to.

It would be nice to have her not sit around the house watching netflix as she stuffs herself only to work out later. Going to the gym is the only thing keeping her occupied, but she isn't crazy about being healthy.

So her days usually start out like this. Then the rest of her day isn't eventful. And as usual, Hannah comes home to a messy living room and a hungry cat.

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