((Bruh... here I am looking in the recommended section and I see this story... it inspired me to write this chapter at 3:25 am on a school night... thanks guys))
Elsa Arendelle
Have you ever auditioned for a majorly famous school? Because let me be the one to tell you, it turns you into a huge effing mess. I've been nervously staring at my motel mirror for at least 20 minutes, because tomorrow is said audition. I've been living a Winchester life recently, living off of greasy diners and motel rooms. I had to run away to get here, and I'm not letting anyone take it away from me.
"Oh, Elsa. You don't even have a song... how do you plan on making it into this school?" I told myself, staring straight into the dulling misery that had sunken itself into my eyes. "You can't go back, not after this."
Angrily, I threw a liquid eyeliner at the mirror, causing it to break a leak the dark substance over the delicate surface. Geesus, Elsa, you're a hot mess. But at the same time, a stone cold bitch. Funny how that works.
I threw on a black hoodie and ran out of motel, popping in my headphones and hitting 'shuffle'. I ran aggressively, murmuring the words to Mr. Brightside under my breath. I tried to increase the power of my voice, but the bitter New York City air cut my throat like daggers.
I was running through a grey park. I don't know if you've ever been to the Big Apple, but only part of it is big billboards and Broadway plays... the other side is grey buildings, dead parks, and violent graffiti.
"Am I more then you bargained for yet?"
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