Isabel

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Chapter 1
I look at my phone, "5:50, fuuuuuuck my life" I whine .

I'm awake just on time to get ready for the first day of school and catch the bus.
Its cold so I lay in my bed for about 5 minutes until I realize it's getting late.

I look out the window, it's still dark outside.

I change fast into the new clothes I picked out last night, just a plain black T' shirt, skinny jeans, and some brand new black Nike air forces, which I'm pretty sure aren't going to last so clean.

I sit next to my mirror and look at myself for about a minute .

There I am, a dark brown girl, dark brown hair, not silky like most girls, it's frizzy, dead, and curly, like super curly. Dark dull looking brown eyes, puffy from crying myself to sleep, I look tired because I never have enough sleep even though I don't do much through out the day.

I'm always frustrated and irritated and just...tired.

I sigh as I stare at myself, I realize I should be getting ready for school and quickly get up.

I wash my face, brush my teeth and start putting on my signature winged eyeliner, which I've done everyday since last year. After struggling to make both eyes look identical. I put on very little mascara on my, very short, very thin eyelashes. I brush my hair, straighten it as fast as I can, and try fixing it a little, my bangs to the side, I slide my fingers threw it to make it look a little messy with volume. Im not loving my hair, actually I never do and I have to start walking to catch the bus so I ignore it.

As I walk outside I get chills and see all the fog, Its cold my hands are numb and I forgot to bring a sweater.

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