Monday, the beginning of the new week. It was never my favourite day of the week but today I decided I'd make it at least a bit pleasurable. I picked my outfit - light pink dress with white sneakers, and did my hair and make up.
"Olivia, are you coming yet?" my mom screams at me. Did I mention it's the first day at a new school? My mom is very punctual and she hates when I'm late.
"Yes mom, I am coming!" I shout back and shake my head. Sometimes I feel like I can't properly breathe when she keeps an eagle eye on me.
I take a last look at me in the mirror and run fingers through my hair. I look great and I feel great. I am not nervous at all - I am used to this.
I've been moving from place to place since I was twelve. My mom is a journalist and manager of one of the biggest magazines in the US. My father is a politician who left us when mom started to travel and move around the world. They had a huge fight about me and who is keeping me. Obviously my mom won, but I'd love to see my dad more often. We are on good terms even though my mom is not a big fan of his. They still love each other, but she can't forgive him that he chose his work over her and me. Even though she did the same thing.
I have already put up with it. I mean, it's been five years since then.
"Can you get downstairs so I can take you to school Olivia?" shouts my mom once again and I can hear the annoyance in her voice.
I roll my eyes and come downstairs. Our house is not large but it's bigger than the one in London. Mom is sitting in the kitchen that I already love. It's enormously huge and white. I've always dreamed about having a white kitchen with a marble desk. This is a dream come true.
"We don't have time for breakfast, so I packed it for you. If only you had got up a bit sooner..."
"Mom," I sight. She is always doing this - bossing me over. "I'm not hungry yet and besides.. I wouldn't be able to put anything into my stomach."
"Don't be nervous baby. You are an amazing girl and everyone will love you."
"Sure they will," I shrug my shoulders. They probably will.
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Hello my loves! This is the first story I'm writing that is not a fan fiction. I already love it even though I have no clue what is going to happen next so bear with me. Love you all ❤
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