Riley Starning, a girl who's well-known, but not popular. A girl who smiles through everything, and has the time of her life. Never once, has anyone seen Riley Starning cry.
Justin Steel, the golden boy. Everyone loves and admires him, the way he t...
I grimace at my cheeks in the reflection of a mirror. A dark pink had set itself under my eyes, and on my nose. Surely enough though, no sunburn would ever cover the excessive amounts of freckles on my olive complexion. I groan. There's no point in trying to cover it. Plus, it'll sting, and probably make me look like a lunatic, considering the fact that I only ever where mascara. Maybe some blush, but that clearly wasn't needed. Tomorrow was the first day of hell. This summer went by quick, with me spending most of my days at the beach, with my friends. I looked at the cross marks in my bullet journal, all leading up to September 5, my first day of Junior year. I got up from my stool at my makeup table, and sauntered over to where all of the books I needed sat. Let me tell you, I procrastinate. Considering the fact that it was currently 1 AM, on the night before the first day of school, and I still hadn't organized, says something. For the next hour, I slowly put my folders and notebooks into binders, and updated the Mac Laptop that they gave us. I turned on my phone, and looked through all my notifications. No surprise, all of my friends are still up.
Sean ~ wassup bishes. Brandon ~ Bro screw off, I'm trying to sleep. Luna ~ sure bran, sure. Brandon ~ Fuck off, Luna! You're awake too. Ali ~ Who's ready for hell tmrw? Brandon ~ Woah. Luna ~ woah. Sean ~ holy- Me ~ no way ali lol Ali ~ All of you, stfu. Yes I cursed, get over it.
While those kids were being crazy, I went to check on my recent instagram post.
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Reading through the comments, my heart stopped when I read one particular one.
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I would have to figure this out later. All of this freaking out went on for about another hour, so I didn't fall asleep until 3 in the morning, leaving me with 2 and a half hours to sleep. When my alarm went off the next morning at 5:30, I groaned. My body wanted me to turn around and shut off the alarm, but my brain was reminding me that I had to shower to fix the mess of curls on my head. I pulled my feet off out of the fluffy blanket on my full bed, and put them on the floor. Slowly, I sauntered to my shower, and showered, blasting Billie Eilish. I let the warm tears flow down my face, in which seems to be the first time since my brother died, two weeks ago. Only Ali, Luna, Brandon, and Sean know. I don't want people to pity me. My brother did stupid things that ended up costing his life.
That ended up changing mine.
I had promised myself I wouldn't dwell on it, but, he was my big brother. Even when he was crazed, he was still there for me, and I haven't even cried for him. Not properly, at least. I only cry in the shower, because it blends with the water. Because I can trick myself into thinking I'm not crying.
