The reason why we have to win - Billie Eilish fan fiction

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Hi !
So, this is the first chapter of my first story. I wanted to write a fan fiction for a long time, but I didn't really have the time needed.

As I said in the description, English is not my first language, but I'm almost bilingual. So this is normal if there are spelling mistakes (comment if you found one of them). I will try to correct them all.

I hope you'll like the story.

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Billie woke up alone in her room. Like every day. Her windows and shutters wide open, letting the sun shine on the white sheets of her bed where she was laid. She headed to her bathroom stamping her feet, without caring about her hair covering almost entirely her face. Her eyes were narrowed, almost closed, just enough to not stumble and fall on the floor. She doesn't makes the effort to look up at her mirror, maybe scared to afraid herself by the reflect of her morning face.

She brushed her teeth, her hair, and washed her face. No, she wasn't ugly, she had the look of a 17 years old teenager, and it would never be allowed to say that someone looks like a monster, or something that horrible.

Billie has beautiful blue, grey, or green eyes, depending of the weather or her mood. Her blond hair, dyed in a deep and dark blue, falling over her face, fitting perfectly with her pale, bright skin. Her lips was pink and plumped, but natural. She applied some balm on them, because she didn't want to have chapped lips. She took off her silky blue pajamas, revealing a medium size body, exactly 5.3, curved, and perfect ; nor scar, nor visible injury.

She took a fast shower, then, wrapped her naked body with her robe, waiting for it to dry, to put her clothes. Meanwhile, she took her breakfast, she sat on the couch of her little living room, and she opened a review book for the test in the morning.

After several minutes, less than ten, she got up and took the decision than it was about time to get dressed. She chooses a jeans with large bottom pants leg, a crop top covering until her belly button, showing her silver piercing, with long sleeves, and some jewelry matching with her fit. She decides to put heeled ankle boot on her feet. She took two minutes to put her make-up, hiding her shadows under her eyes, darken her eyelashes, and then, three minutes to tie her straight hair in a high ponytail. She was ready, it was the same routine than usual.

She took the bus, like every morning, ignoring the men who were staring at her with critical eyes. No, she wasn't wearing anything provocative, nor anything, in a normal person, liable to this kind of look. No, she just lives in a bad neighborhood, and even if she had a good childhood and education, it never make it possible to her, to move somewhere else. So she always had to handle the mute judgment, but obvious about herself, from some unknown people.

People took her for the girl, who got lost a day, and found herself here in the next morning. The morning, when she was alone, she was polite when someone was speaking to her, but she wasn't really talkative. And in the afternoon, when she came home from high school, you could see her get into the bus with teens of the same age, from the same neighborhood, or not, and she wasn't really the same. She laughed, making fun on people in the bus, swore and sang in chorus with her friends.

Right now, it was 7:30 AM, and Billie was waiting for her bus to leave her in front of her school, her class starting at 8:05 AM. Then, she get out of the bus, smiling, saying goodbye to the driver, and even to the men who had insulted her with their eyes. The first person she saw was her best friend, Zoe. She hugged Billie like they hadn't saw each other since two entire weeks, even though the last time was only the night before, after having spent the evening working, joking, laughing and eating pizza. They will do the same tonight, but not the next day.