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This chapter might be too much for some people. If you do get triggered my eating disorder topics please skip Katherine's POV. THANK YOU.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Song: listen before I go
Artist: Billie EilishFaith's POV:
I woke up to my alarm going off. I got up and turned it off and headed to the restroom. I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up. As I waited I took a piss and brushed my teeth. Once I was done I got naked and got in. I took a good fifteen minutes and then I got out. I dried myself with a towel and then I opened up my closet.
I picked this out:
(I don't like the chucks with this look so imagine she's wearing a nice pair of black docs.....yeah)
I put my hair in space buns and wrapped a braid around both of them. I took a few hairs out and applied my makeup. Now that I'm not trying to "blend in" or some would say "hide" I want to dress like myself now......how I would dress if my mom didn't spend my money on liquor.
Thank goodness one of my dad's daughters has some kind of taste. I put on perfume and deodorant, I grabbed my phone and keys and walked out the door.
I put in my AirPods that I managed to get with the money my dad gave me. I opened up Spotify and began to play listen before I go by Billie Eilish.
I walked down the hall and I could hear people talking from the boys hallway. I slowly passed the hall and then I heard footsteps running to me.
"Good morning," I heard someone say.
I took off one of the earphones and turned my head. My eyes widened and my face began to heat up. Oh my goodness. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"G...good morning," I said.
"Sleep well?" He asked. I nodded.
"You?" I asked. He shook his head. I tilted my head and frowned. Why not?
"Painting," was all he said. Oh. I nodded my head, showing him I understood.
"You paint?" He asked. I shook my head.
"I'm really bad at it," I smiled.
"Really?" He asked. I nodded.
"I'm barely passing art. The instructor is passing me with a C just for participation," I half smiled.
He smiled and shook his head. We both began to walk to the staircase.
"You should really change that class," he chuckled.
"What do you think I should change it to?" I asked.
He stopped and looked down at me. He shoved his hands in his pocket as if he were....nervous. I noticed a little shade of pink form on the top of his cheeks.
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