I wish I didn't feel so empty inside. I guess I can’t really help that though, can I? My friends have no idea what really goes on inside my head. They don’t know that I don’t actually have a job, its just a front for all the therapy I go to just to feel some resemblance of feeling. I’m a completely different person than I was two years ago, and its a miracle I still have even a few friends.
A quick rapping at my bedroom door brings me out of the trance I put myself in. “Come in.” I yell as my dad slowly creaks open the door.
“Calla, you need to leave for school in like 10 minutes.”
“I know dad, I’ll be ready to go by then.”
“Ok sweetie, I just wanted to make sure you were on your way to getting ready before I left for work.”
“I’ll be fine dad. Just go to work.”
“Alright. I love you Calla.”
“I love you too dad.” I say as he walks back out of my room. I turn to stare back at myself in the mirror. My brown hair is limp because I haven’t brushed it yet and my green eyes seemingly have no life behind them. I notice the time and quickly braid my hair to the side and slide on my glasses. Olivia will be here in about two minutes so there’s no time to put my contacts on, but then again, its not like I ever put my contacts in.
I hear a honking outside and I know that Olivia is right on time. I take a quick glance at the mirror and decide that I look ok and rush out the door to the personal hell that is high school.
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ChickLitCalla hasn't felt ok since her mom died. Now, going into her senior year of high school, Call has just one last chance to make an impression on her fellow classmates. And she may be able to do that with the help of the bad boy who just moved in next...
