~Completed~
'I'm bold.'
'I'm ever confident.'
'I don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks and have to say about me.'
'I'm who I am.'
'I'm Stella Downer.'
That's how it has always been, but what happens when things don't go exactly the way she plan...
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Richard Dallas.
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Immediately my eyes slittered open, I was welcomed with a severe headache.
I was on a bed, I looked around my surroundings and it was so unfamiliar.
Wait! This is my room, I was just the one lying down the other way round on my bed.
I stayed in the same position, waiting for the pain in my head to subside.
It reduced a bit, I took a step out of bed and immediately my foot touched the cold tiled floor of my room, the headache came pounding again.
Stupid hangover.
I dragged myself towards the windows and opened the curtains, the morning sun came rushing in, hitting perfectly, warming and soothing on my skin, giving me the hope that perhaps everything was going to be okay.
I turned backwards and that was when I noticed my bag, shoes and accessories were on the sidetable beside my bed though I was still putting on my previous clothes.
On the other side, I noticed some pills and a bottle containing warm water.
I scurried over and took in the pills, before drinking the water till the very last gulp, hopefully it will be able to make me feel better.
My gaze rested on the digital clock, 12:27pm.
Jeeez!
Even if I tactically didn't remember almost anything that happened last night, I knew that I was already late for something.
And it's definitely not school.
I may have not been in my complete senses yesterday but I know that I was going somewhere with Timothy today, I didn't know why I was so eager to go, maybe because I needed a break from school, home or any other place that reminded me of my problems and I just wanted to feel normal again even if it's just for a few minutes.
He said that he would be here by 1:00pm today and I heard barely thirty minutes to get ready which means that I might run late given that I was in a confused and tired state at the moment.
I don't know how it happened but in less than a minute, I was already slipped off my clothings and strapped around in my bathrobe.
A few seconds later, I was already in the bathroom drawing my water and brushing my teeth.
I was in a hurry but I still had to take enough time to brush my teeth, wash my hair and body. I know that I had a long hectic day yesterday and I didn't want to reek in the presence of his family.
