"Lily! Wake up!" My mother shouted. "Ughhhh.." I moan. "You're going to be late!" I get out of my warm, turquoise bed and slink to my mirror. I am greeted with my turquoise eyes, braided hair, and dark skin. "half-blood?" I murmur to myself. What the heck does that mean? Who were those people? Why did they look so familiar... "LILY" my mom screamed. "I'm going mom." I shouted. Swiftly, I toke a shower, brushed my teeth and pack my bag.(which was turquoise). I got dressed quickly and rushed downstairs.
My mom was the equivalent of a sexy devil. She had dark skin long elegant black hair and pircing golden eyes.
"What toke you so long" My mom asked annoyed. "I had to get ready for school" I said calmly, trying my best not to get angry. Bad things happen when someone gets angry. " Your not fast enough" she snapped. My mom is a graphic designer, the best job anyone could ask for, yet she hates it. She could lose her job and takes it out on me. She try's to drink her problems away, but just creates more problems. She's always saying that I'm the reason all these bad things happen, I'm the one at fault. " wish you weren't born" she muttered. "Lets go" she said roughly. "Let me say bye to dad" I declared, telling more than asking. I left before she could protest.
"Dad! I'm leaving!" I shouted. He turned and smiled. He was tan and muscular with friendly blue eyes and brown shaggy hair. "See you later!" He said in his deep voice. I kissed him on the top of his head. "Love you." he commented. I smiled. My dad was literally what got me through my mom. He was the best dad anyone could ever ask for. When I was down he always lifted me up with his funniness. He knew mostly everything about me. My obsession with turquoise, my favorite book series, my favorite food. He supplies me with good memories. "Oh and when you get back, there's a package waiting for you in your room" he called out. "'Kay " I rush out of his office and into my moms car.
Schools and I don't get along. I hate doing anything older people tell me to do simply because they are older. That my friends was a summary of school in 1 sentance. But I have a few friends to help me not explode. "Hey, Lily!" A voice called out. I turned to see my best friend Lisbeth. She had pircing grey eyes and bushy blond hair. she look strikingly similar to the woman with the grey eyes. "But how's that possible" I murmur to myself. "How's what possible?" Lisbeth asked. "Oh....nothing" I replied. At least I hope so....
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Hello Again! I thought this chapter was running to long so I decided to end it here. if you are reading this, thank you again for reading my crappy story. it means a lot to me. (I wasn't being sarcasticcccccc).
