Rich Boy Problems

iii. c o m e b a c k s

Violette (and her uniform) ☟

❝Progress Is Better than Perfection❞

violette chrysalis's
PERSPECTIVE

I BUTTON-UP the plain white shirt dress, and put on the dark navy blazer with the school's logo on the chest area. The skirt was high-waisted navy blue pleated which reached a few inches above my knees.

The uniform fitted perfectly and it was truly a relief. I would've hated going to a private school looking like a freak on my first day. I brush my blond balayage hair and tie it with a black rubber band. I never used makeup in my life, didn't have the money to buy it and I wasn't good at applying it either. The only thing I ever used was mascara which I stole from my oh-so lovely mother. Note the sarcasm, please.

I put mascara on and rush towards the door. I was kinda late and I wanted to be a "good girl" and reach school on time. I've done some really bad things in the past and all I wanted was to forget them. I walked out of my apartment and locked the door. The neighborhood was really quiet and dark, too dark actually but that didn't scare me. The neighborhood I lived in San-Diago was way too dangerous so I had no other choice and had to learn self-defense for my safety. The fact that people thought and called me weak was downright comical.