Olivia has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder since she was three. One day she gets kidnapped, discovers a secret from six years ago, her best friend is killed in the process but she cannot remember any incident from the kidnap.
She's forced to ch...
My alarm clock blared disrupting my sleep. I raised my hand to shut it down but only managed to push it to the floor.
"Arghhhhhh. Could this day get any worse?"
I hate my alarm clock but do you know what I hate more than that? Mondays. It's Monday already, the weekend lasted for like two seconds and Monday is here in all its glory (note the sarcasm). But seriously, who created Mondays?
I lazily dragged myself out of bed into the bathroom. The water felt cold against my skin but I didn't mind, even though my teeth were clattering against each other. I came out of the bathroom, wrapped myself in my towel and then it hit me, I was supposed to pick my outfit first. My least favourite activity when going to school was picking an outfit.
I wondered how people like Melanie manage to look exquisite every day when I have never had one good outfit day since the beginning of the session. Picking an outfit was hard work and I wasn't ready to put in all that effort.
"Would it be so bad if I just wore my pyjamas to school?" I wondered and a groan escaped my lips.
After a lot of tossing and scattering, I picked a purple sweatshirt, a ripped jean pant and my brown boot. I admired myself in the mirror and smiled, my hair was light Auburn today (I like how my hair colour changes with the weather) and this was the perfect outfit. Excuse me, I have a great body and really nice clothes. I just always have a hard time selecting my outfit.
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Now I needed to pack my books which were scattered all over my reading table but before that I needed to pass out important information.
I picked up my phone and sent a text to Alex.
Girl, it's sweatshirt and jeans day.
After a while my phone lit up with a text. I tapped the screen to read the message and smiled. Alex had responded.
Aye!!! The best kind of fit. See you at school.
Well, we always try to wear the same kind of outfit to school. It's the sisters' thing we've had going on since we were little. Usually, Alex planned most of the outfits because she couldn't trust my selection skills, even I couldn't trust myself.
I tucked away my phone in my pocket, picked my bag and headed out of my room. On my way, I passed my brother's room and banged the door. This was my way of telling him good morning every day.
"Donna get out" Keith screamed and I banged the door harder, a smile forming on my face.
"I hate you Olivia Walters" Keith shouted again and I could imagine the irritation forming on his face.
"I love you too kiddo, see you later"
I ran down the stairs into the kitchen where my dad was sitting over the counter drinking coffee.
