Twisted Reality

TWO

It was moments like this when I wished I was a disney character. You know waking up with the perfect hair and flawless makeup. Well if I actually wore makeup.

It was part of our routine for Betty and I to talk in the morning while getting ready for school. We did it back when we were in junior year so it only made sense that it got tracked into our senior year.

I waited for her face to fill my phone and when it did, I was once again struck by the beauty that is Betty.

" I really hate you, you know" I said groaning as I sat up in bed.

She quirked up a brow. Something that I have never been able to do. She looked amused. "And why's that?"

Faking annoyance, I rolled my eyes. "Because you just have to be beautiful everytime"

Betty laughed like I was telling a joke but I wasn't. She really did look beautiful at every given time.

She had long deep red hair that fell all the way to her shoulders and grey eyes to make it alluring. I've never been one to talk on body shape simply because we don't choose the body we get, but she had the perfect body. Slim and curvy.

"It's just how I roll Dani" She said, grinning smugly.

I rolled my eyes again. "I hope you roll. Out of bed. And land on your face and if you happen to lose a tooth that would be great"

She gasped dramatically."I can't believe this. You want me to look like you"

I couldn't help the laughter that escaped my lips. "So we can be matching"

"Nah." She said, lifting her nose an inch. "I think I'll stay startling beautiful"

"Seeing as it's all you have"

She laughed, sticking out her middle finger. "I'm off. And don't go back to sleep."

My eyes widened."It was one time!"

She chuckled before hanging up. It was then I noticed that we had been on the phone for almost thirty minutes. It was shocking and sad how time went by so fast when you were laughing and actually enjoying the moment but went by so agonizingly slow when all you really wanted was for the world to just end.

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I didn't need to look up to see the look she'd be giving me but I looked up anyway.

Her brows were furrowed as she took in my clothes."Danica you really have to start trying. You know you can't keep wearing these faded jeans"

I looked down at myself before looking up at her with a fake pout.
"But mom it's so comfortable"

She gave me a look despite not actually being mad."You really need help in the dressing department "

I gasped."I can very much dress. I'd just rather be comfortable and it's just school. I'm not exactly going to visit the queen"

Mom laughed."Yah yah. Putting in an effort doesn't kill you though"

I smiled deciding not to say that the fact I actually got out of bed, showered, brushed my hair and wore something other than a baggy shirt and sweatpants meant I was putting in an effort. The fact I got up and opened my eyes at all was an effort.

"Next time"

She rolled her eyes but I knew she didn't really mind. If she did then I would not have a say in the matter at all.

I waved at her and headed into the kitchen to make myself a little cereal.
One thing about my mom was you always had to have breakfast no matter what. I personally didn't like eating breakfast but like I said when she minds, you just shut up and do whatever the hell she says.

I stared at the cereal for a while before finally forcing myself to choke it down.

I didn't have an eating disorder. I just didn't like eating. It really wasn't hard to understand but it wasn't like anyone was listening to that anyway.

I washed off my plate before grabbing my bag and leaving.

I hated to say it. I really hated to say it but each time I left home, it felt like some invisible weight had been lifted off my shoulders.