Pretty Girl Tears

Introduction *teaser*

This is the teaser for my new fic Pretty Girl Tears

Please let me know what you think and don't hesitate to blow up the comments as yall are funny as shit✨

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KARLA HQ

Success is something so desirable even the powerful strive to reach it, but how do we define success in a world that is selfish, self serving and cruel?

The answer? ... There isn't one...

Camila knew there was never going to be a sufficient answer so decided in her own mind that she'd create a version of success that would fit her world the way that she wanted it to, she was ruthless in ways you couldn't comprehend, press and social media would scrutinise her bad behaviour and problematic attitudes for their own profit not realising that attention was attention regardless of whether that was good or bad..

With that mindset at 23 years old she was dominating.. globally as a matter of fact! She owned and solely created the famous KARLA magazine that was known to have unbeatably beautiful models wearing clothes so expensive little girls dreamt of dating millionaires.. not a healthy dream but one that made the woman the worlds fastest operating billionaire in existence

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I always wondered what it would feel like to be homeless, not being able to shower or eat whenever I wanted? It was kind of depressing, but something seemed so bitter sweet about not having a home... you'd appreciate the true beauty of the outside world, learn how to use it to your advantage in times of need?

"Lauren! Girl.. your coffee?"

Mani spoke tapping the underside of my cup against the sticky countertop in front as my mind aimlessly float off into the distance just staring out of the dirty grime covered window within the down town coffee shop I spent most of my time just reading intently, watching the bottomless world that I lived within pass me by without even a single thought as to how cruel it really seemed to be

"Sorry! In my own world"

I apologised grabbing for the warm plastic as my headphones tangled around my ivory fingertips still blasting random music from my half cracked phone I'd dropped at least 3 times that day alone.. I was kind of clumsy.. but whatever..

"No change there! Hey don't you have that interview today?"

She asked unfortunately setting off my aching anxiety as I had strategically blocked the appointment from my mind, I nod my head gently as I fumble to sit in the same red booth I sat within everyday before she slid from behind the counter to perch beside me

"You're gonna be fine girl seriously, how bad could it be?"

"Ugh I don't know? I just hate social situations like this.. questions and shit? I'd rather sit here all day and read!"

I admit honestly, mani was pretty much my only friend as I never really went outside.. I enjoyed my own company too much but it seemed as of lately my grandma was having a hard time supporting the tiny makeshift apartment we lived within, I promised her I'd find a job even if it killed me.. I didn't realise it would actually feel like I was dying however given the amount of rejections I had so far received..