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Diana was a slut, and she wasn't afraid to admit that fact. The term slut was coined for her after she started going under numerous amounts of boys. The reason behind her change of personality was simple; she was publicly rejected...
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Diana Clark lives in a two-bedroom apartment along with her older brother. Their parents had passed away a couple of years ago. A few months before Diana had started her senior year of college, and due to the events which had happened in their lives, and the death of their parents, they were close, very close. Diana had recently finished her second year of college at NYU. Her brother currently works for a public relations firm - what he did was not a question that Diana could answer particularly well; It is not that she didn't care. It is just it was not the information that was retained in her mind for very long. Diana's brother, Tommy, had sold their parents' house and paid off the debt on his small apartment. Diana was mad when she found out he had sold her childhood home. However, that faded when she learnt that he had invested much of the inheritance into her college life. They had a lot of savings, but with Tommy working a shitty job, their outgoings were much more significant than their income. This was fine until Diana finished college. However, unless Diana contributed at least something to their family, they would find themselves in a difficult position after two years. His girlfriend helped a lot lately, especially with water and electricity bills if she spent a lot of time here.
She couldn't help but think about the first day she had moved here. Just before the start of her senior year, her so-called friends stopped talking to her, her boyfriend ghosted her, and she did everything to push everyone away. Maybe she just wanted to start again, and sometimes she wished she could have a do-over.
Diana missed her first few weeks of senior year. She spent those days hiding under her covers, not letting the sun creep into her room. She had piles of junk in her room, unwashed clothes that still smelled like her parents, and a small bag of items the doctor had handed her upon telling her that her parents hadn't made it. There were wedding rings, a set of keys and a battered and burned wallet. She would never have thought she was the type of person whose whole world would have stopped at the drop of a hat. Don't get me wrong, Diana loved her parents deeply, but she never thought it would impact her much, and looking back, the idea terrified her. The idea that one, or in this case, two people were so important in your life that when they are gone, you struggled to get through life without them was not a feeling she ever wanted to experience again.
