My Precious Euphoria

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First I want to say 90% of the stuff in this book is MAKE BELIEVE. So somethings might not be able to happen in the real world but in this book they will happen so please use ur imagination that's what books are for, to think of another life that might be amazing or bad who knows lol. Enough with my annoying babbling here the first chapter :))) enjoy!!

The song for this chapter is, "Hands To Myself" by Selena Gomez

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Kia

BEEP BEEP.....BEEP BEEP

My alarm on my phone that was on the right of me was blaring it's annoying sounds to wake me from my beautiful slumber.

Today is the day. Or should I said the last day of my first day of high school. After this day I will have no more first days of high school but more first days of college and work in the future.

This is my last year. A year I've been anticipating ever since I was a freshmen, but now it's the year I've been dreading since the beginning of junior year.

Am I happy to be a senior? Yes and No. I always wanted to be a senior, the freedom my older sister had when she was a senior made me super excited about my senior year but that all changed when I got a good visual of how my sister, "feel off her rocker" as soon as she moved out her senior year.

Azaria was my older sister she was smart and beautiful, we had the same beautiful mixed skin and curly hair until she started straightening it too much and ended up messing up her curls which she ended up cutting making it up to her top shoulders now. But other than that she was super smart, I always thought she would be the one to break the curse.

When I say "break the curse" I mean the curse of graduating college. Neither one of our parents ever graduated college. My dad simply ruined his chance of a baseball scholarship when he decided to smoke weed on the bus. Dumb decision one. My mom on the other hand had a rough life growing up. She was always on her own with our her dad and drunken mother, but when she met my dad when she was 18 and he was 21 she had my sister and it ruined her chances of college and getting her nursing license.

My mom then had me me about 3 years later. Me and Azaria were completely different. When she was a junior I was a freshmen, we had totally different friend groups. My sister only was friends with her own clique, me on the other hand was friends with everyone. She never expanded her friend group until she was a senior leaving me a sophomore at the time.

I liked all of her friends and most of the time they loved me more than they actually liked my sister. I can't help that I was liked by everyone, I never could understand it. My friends aren't very "popular" but we associate with the "popular" group but we never hang out with them. In the end we all got along.

Well when I meant when I said my sister "fell off her rocker" was that she basically skipped college and decided that she was gonna "take a year off" her words not mine, but she didn't and now she lives an hour away from me. I haven't seen her since the begging of summer. I miss her sometimes but then I remember I don't have to share a bathroom. Our room connected to one bathroom but now it was all mine and I couldn't be more happy.

I live in Los Angeles, California. For the most part I like it here. I moved here when I became a freshmen. I was born in Texas. I know strange for a mixed girl like me but I was born there. I loved it there, the country roads, the back roads, I loved the rodeos and I definitely missed my friends and their country accents, I even started to have one myself. I used to imagine the days when I would get my drivers license and I could drive in my big truck that I've been saving for, for a long time and drive down the roads while dust would kick up from behind me making me smile. But ever since I moved I didn't even have the urge to get my truck but I did anyways and she's a beauty.