*** this story does contain a brief suicidal momentd and of drug/alcohol use.
*coarse language
*mental illnesses
⚠️ I post late sorry ⚠️
5 months after being diagnosed with depression, your dad decides to move to the UK so you can have a "fresh sta...
After an hour or so of looking at different combinations of clothes, you finally chose an outfit that you liked, and wasn't too "out there" for you.
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You wore your everyday 'old school vans' with your ripped jeans that you've never worn, along with Hope's black cropped long sleeve shirt and her simple gold necklace. Although you were wearing "casual clothes", you still felt like you were dressed for a party.
While Hope and Daniel went down stairs to get ready to drive you to the party, you stood in front of you mirror for the last time, analysing your clothes.
It felt a little strange seeing yourself in outgoing clothes, but it also felt... right.
Nope. That's not right. Still feels weird.
Who are you kidding, you hated the thought that in roughly 10 minutes you'll have to socialise with random strangers for a few hours. The only upside to this really is being able to drool over Ollie in the corner for the night.
You walked down the stairs as slow as possible not wanting to leave your homely house, to find you Dad collecting his keys near the front door in his work clothes.
"Where are you going?", you asked, walking over to him.
"I have an emergency meeting down at the site. I don't how late I'll be, but I'll be here when you wake up in the morning."
You nodded, understanding as this has happened multiple times before. You Dad tries to spend as much time with you, but being a contractor means he's an important for the project he's working on at the moment.
"And I expect you to be home before I am", you father said as he kissed you on the forehead and hugged you goodbye
You dad pulled back and said "don't try so hard to fit in, and certainly don't try so hard to be different, just try hard to be you. -Zendaya"
*mental sigh*
"Have fun kiddo", he said as he reached for the door and walked out.
You turned to Hope and Daniel that were hanging around the kitchen counter.
"Ready?" Hope asked.
"Nope" you said awkwardly smiling, knowingly are still going to be forced to enter an uncomfortable zone.
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Looking outside Daniel's car window you saw Zoe's house stand tall in front of you. Zoe's family must have a decent amount of money, because her house looked like a fricken mansion. It wasn't hugely massive, but it wasn't small either.
"Aight", Daniel started talking while he parked the car. You turned your body to face him in the front of the car.
"Okay I'm going to tell you what Dad told me when I went to my first party: No adding to the population, no subtracting anyone from earth, don't do anything you don't want to be tagged on Instagram tomorrow, don't end up in jail and no jumping off any balconies - not that your going to do that anyways" he concluded.
