'I can see you hurting
I've been through the same thing
Baby, don't you worry, I got you'
She was broken;he was misunderstood.
She was breaking down ; he was trying to build up
She was unsociable ; he was the 'it' boy
She is fragile ; he won't let...
Not your barbie girl, I'm livin' in my own world I ain't plastic, call me classic You can't touch me there, you can't touch my body Unless I say so, ain't your barbie, no
ℕ𝔸𝕆𝕄𝕀
"FUCK!" i yell as i get stabbed for the fifth time by my needle. i needed to adjust my birthday dress because it's a little large for me "Naomi Eleanor LaCroix!" my mom walks in through the door "if i hear you cussing, i dear to god..." her threat hangs in the air and i shut my mouth. "one week till college,huh?" she sits on the edge of my bed "and four days till you...turn 20" her voice breaks. turning 20 is a big thing in the family. i don't know why but it is.
"sweetie this is gorgeous" mom holds up my dress
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yep, my mom has a great sense of style. "Erick is going to FREAK when he sees you" Isla walks in "hold up....Erick,huh?" my mother raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Isla" i groan rolling my eyes. "he's her boyfriend and" my twin makes a dreamy face "lover" "yeah? what about Johann?" i throw a pillow at her and it hits her face since she's blushing like crazy. "he...i....screw you" she mumbles and someone sniffles we turn to our Mother. "Manuel would be so proud of you. you're growing up so fast." tears stream down her face and eventually isla and i break down too.
we spend the day with each other, watching movies,girl talk, et cetera et cetera. but i notice that mom is a bit off. before i go to my apartment , i decide to check on her. " mama, are you okay? you seem a bit..." i shrug "yeah" she's staring at a picture of us. me. dad. isla. jenna. her. "you sure?" i step back. it's best to give people space sometimes. she nods and i make my way to the front door.
but i can't shake the feeling that she isn't telling me something. something big. something that could possibly change my entire life and beliefs. the question is, why and what was she hiding?
I can take myself on a dinner date Buy myself diamonds and the champagne Order five courses, then chocolate cake, uh-huh Actin' like I care when I want a man (I want a man) Actin' like I care but I don't, and? (but I don't care) I do my own thing, yeah watch me dance, uh-huh
SONG OF THE CHAPTER; Not Your Barbie Girl by Ava Max
ava max officially wins the battle of badass feminist songs also i wanted to give karina and isla an actual part to play in the storyline and this chapter came about this chapter is set a couple of days later. i'm tryna stretch this book out a lil cuz i don't want it to end, don't mind me
