The teen with short ginger hair casually strolled through the hallway. Instinctively, she placed the side of her index finger to her mouth and bit the skin off it.
Anxiety can often lead to strange unknown habits that slowly but surely becomes a part of their lives. Biting the skin off of her fingers and sometimes her nails was a part of that habit.
She enjoyed the silence when she was not with her friends, but at the same time, she loathed it. After all, her second favorite life motto was 'misery loves company'. The first being 'food is life'.
She was conscious of the pairs of eyes as she walked passed the other students. No one was looking at her but she felt anxious about it. Tell her she's just being an overdramatic attention-seeker, then get ready to meet her fists.
She recalled her friends' earlier conversation and found herself reminiscing all the times she and her mother fought.
Majority of their fights were mostly about illogical and insensible stuff, considering her mother has a very thin-as-ice temper.
Her father was a kind and gentle man, but he was no different. Often, the fights were started by her mother. Despite such obvious fact, her father keeps telling her to amend and apologize first.
She just hopes one day, she can laugh about it instead of crying. Then again, the day that happen would probably only happen in a dream. No use hoping now.
'Why is she mad that I didn't come with her to her friend's engagement party!? It's her friend, for fvck's sake!'
Raven sighed when a taunting truth hit her.
'I sound like Kyra.'
