There's always an event that makes you want to cry yourself to sleep every night and it slowly kills you on the inside... Every time I closed my eyes I saw the flames and remembered all the pain that one afternoon caused and wanted to die, knowing that it was my fault...
Elizabeth's POV
Hi my name is Elizabeth...Elizabeth Storm, I'm 18 years old and I'm in my senior year at Wentworth High,my homeland is Killian , Scotland. I live alone in a small house near the ocean... And that about sums up my living circumstances...
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I woke up with an enormous headache, feeling around on my bed side table, for the irritating alarm blaring Ocean Eyes (Billie Eilish) , it's 6am in the morning and there is absolutely no way that I will be able to go back to sleep. I decided to take a shower in order to fully wake me up.
I went to my walk in closet and got an over sized black sweater(because come on who isn't comfortable in those!), some black leggings and my knee length black boots.And obviously my outfit is as black as my soul! Jokes people geez! I get some undies as well, obviously...
I walked into my bathroom and let the showers water run until it was the perfect temperature.I quickly stripped out of my pj's and climbed into the shower, I washed my long curly red hair with my favorite strawberry scented shampoo and scrubbed my body with my lavender scented shower gel... Uggghhh how I wish I could scrub off all my freckles wich by the way covers most of my body. Anywho I shaved my legs and got out.
By the time I went downstairs for some "me time" it was already 7am wich means I have to leave for school in a few minutes.
Luckily I'm invisible at school, meaning no one cared about the 'good girl', no one bothers trying to get my attention, I got some breakfast, wich was leftover pizza and watched The Simpsons on tv until it was finally time to leave for school.
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So this chapter is a bit short, but what do you think? I'm currently editing this book so if you already read it, please read it again and tell me if ypu think I could improve more!
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