The One...

The Beginning

It started in early November when everything happened.

I turned 14 that day, I felt old but I knew I wasn't. My friends came over or what was left of them...but they came over and it got my mind off of things for a few hours, which I was happy of.

"Hey, Morgan!" my friend Luca said happily as she smiled.

"Hello...." I said as I smiled.

My mind raced, back to that day. I shook my head and acted like everything was okay, I know it wasn't...

I walked back to my kitchen to find something to eat. I was starving since I last ate cake, I hate cake.

My mind kept replaying that day, I wanted to stop thinking about it but I couldn't. My eyes started to tear up, I couldn't stop the flow of tears. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I let out silent sobs, I couldn't let anyone hear me cry. I kept crying and crying, my mascara started to smudge I cursed in silence.

After the crying I cleaned myself up a little. My hand shook as I tried to unlock the door. I wanted to cry more but people would be wondering where I was. I took a few deep breaths and thought about my happy place. I always wanted to travel to Australia and southern Europe. I thought about being there, a smile took over my face. I opened the door and stepped out.

I heard the laughter of my "friends" and decided to go where they were. Everyone saw me and they all smiled.

My mom came in the living room with her beautiful deep blue dress and perfect curled hair, "shall we open the presents?" she asked me.

"Sure" I said in return.

I sat in the middle of the room as everyone handed me their presents. Luca gave me the biggest one, I opened it in curiosity. It was a box full of new clothes. I smiled, said my thank you's and went on opening more presents.

The last present was the best, I got the new iPhone 6. I was surprised and thanked my grandpa so much.

After about 2 hours everyone left and I went straight to my bedroom. I unlocked my new phone and downloaded all the apps I needed to sustain my teenage life. I signed into my kik and started to talk to my foreign friends from around the world.

After a few hours, I got tired. I went to my bathroom took a nice warm shower and washed my hair.

" *sigh* I feel clean now." I said to myself.

I looked at my body in the mirror, I felt disgusted.

I put on some comfortable clothes and hopped in bed again. I played Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People. I started to sing as I painted my nails black.

My mom knocked my door.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyingly.

She opened the door, she looked like a timid animal.

"Hey sweet heart, can I ask you something?" she asked shyly.

"Yeah.." I answered back