Falling in love with the badboy

Chapter 1

It's a stormy Sunday night, this day must end because tomorrow I start attending school as a new student,yet it's not so new if I think about it.

My mother was a marvelous person. She followed her dreams of being a fashion designer. I could spend hours in her studio watching her measure and trim colourful materials. Though we had a strong bond,she was closer to my younger twin sister than me. They would dress up and laugh at the tiniest mistake my mom spotted in her designed. I on the other hand grew closer to my dad and two older brothers - even their friends. Many thought I was a tomboy,but my mother saw through it. She was always there for me and loved me, and I still love her.

Now I'm back,and it seems as though my best friends all still live here as well as my cousins. It's weird to think that the last time I saw them was at my mother's funeral. I basically cut contact with everyone after that day,as I locked myself in my room. I had refused to speak to anyone,as I couldn't find a way to face a world without my mother. After 3 weeks of me being cooped up and antisocial,dad decided that it would be best to move away for a while. During that time...I found peace.

Time to pick myself up and face the world or atleast start with school first.

Picking out my back to school outfit thinking of mom every step of the way.

I walk to my walk-in-closet and look around. Mmmm what to wear. What to wear runs through my mind. Then I see a picture of the perfect outfit in my mind one my mom would not agree with. I take my black beanie,short black skirt,black spaghetti strapped top that I'm going to tuck into my skirt,black leather jacket and black boots. Black,all black,not the colours my mom would pick. I put it aside for tomorrow and get into bed.

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