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#% ILLIAD MOON <3 !!!
my body leans forward as i push small silver hoops into my ears. my hair is split down the middle, separated into two pig tails. it's been forever since my hair has been this long. it goes all the way down past my shoulder blades now. all during my high school years, i kept my black hair short, kept it between above shoulder length and shoulder length.
but new york changed me. graduation changed me.
i grew my hair out when i got to new york and joined a gym with penny. jaemin always told me he liked me just the way i was and maybe that's why he stopped talking to me.
i got skinny. there was no longer any extra chub on my bones and for once i felt okay with myself. i was as skinny as ara gwan was the last time i had seen her.
maybe if i looked like this originally, hyunjin wouldn't have even thought twice about becoming a traitor to our group of friends. maybe he would've loved me instead.
but i didn't change for jaemin or hyunjin or even stupid ara gwan. i changed for myself.
i hook a few silver necklaces around my neck before placing rings on my slender fingers. there's long acrylic nails attached to them. they're ones i got done with penny. she was trying for so long to get me to get them and i finally gave in a few days before my trip.
you would've thought i told the girl i was giving her a million dollars. she squealed so loud, my neighbor came over to ask me if i had murdered someone. i thought that it was quite funny but penny was absolutely mortified.
i take a step back and look at myself in the mirror; a skin tight black dress hugs my sleek figure, sheer black tights encase my legs and a pair of laced platformed boots take their place on my feet. they add a few inches to my height.
it has been so long since i've looked in this mirror in this bathroom and truly and deeply loved what i saw was looking back at me.
"wow" i say turning around. i pull my dress down a bit. my cheeks were practically hanging out and my mom would've slapped me if she would have seen that.
i look at my bedroom one last time before exiting. it looks practically the same as it did before i left, it is just missing the pictures and a few other things that made it really my room.
my arm reaches in there once more when i realize i forgot my purse on my door handle. i grab the bag before heading downstairs.
there's tons of commotion and i wonder what could've happened for my parents to make such noise. did harley fall? did benny get himself stuck on the really high shelf again?
