Secrets (On Hold)

Secrets Chapter 1

Hi! Ffor anyone who was wondering, I rarely think out my stories. I just go along with it, considering most of them start as daydreams. I'll try to be as detailed as possible. AND another thing, I don't normally do guys' points of veiw. (Don't ask.) By the way, said overused blanket in this chapter is based on the one that I've had since I was born and still sleep with. What?Hope you like this~ Comment Vote and all that jazz. 

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------------Chapter 1-------------

Today was the day I decided to change myself.

My name is Lyra Thompson, and I used to be a total blonde, i'm-all-that bitch. Today I decided to change my appearance, and my attitude. Today was the day before the first day of a new year. Ah, eleventh grade.

I took one long look at my long blonde hair, and grabbed my dark purple halfie. I sighed heavily as I once again, thought this over, and I came to the same conclusion. I had to do this. I took one step out the door when I heard my mothers voice from the kichen asking,"Lyra, where are you going?". She came out to the hall wearing her black pants, and her white shirt. Buisness Attire.

I said to her, not going into details, considering she'd seen when she came back from work later tonight,"I have to go get my hair cut, and run to the store. Is that alright mom?" My mother nodded stiffly, before heading back into the kitchen to call for a baby sitter for little Joel. Little Joel was my sister, yes, my sister, don't ask where my mom came up with these names. She was a little angel. She was five years old, with a pink tutu, and her blonde hair up in pigtails. She loved to dance around the living room, even though it 'made mommy mad'.

I walked outside, and hopped in my moms black car. I always used my bike, but I had a lot of stuff in the back seat. Clothes to bring to Plato's closet. I slowly backed out of the driveway, before starting to my destination.

Around twenty minutes later, I showed up at the mall. I grabbed my two large bags of clothes to exchange, and walked in. I looked around, my black sneakers making a squeaking noise every once in a while. Today was a monday, so it was pretty empty, thankfully. I couldn't have one of my friends see me before I was completely different. I saw Plato's closet, and went in, stopping at the blue counter. Blue and white and brown were in here EVERYWHERE.....and I mean, everywhere. Whoever thought of that had horrible fashion sense. Just sayin'. About twenty minutes later, I had money to go and spend on new clothes. I knew which store I was headed to right away.

I walked over to hot topic quickly, and took a look around. This was exactly what I needed. A change.

In the end, I came out with a bunch of band tee's, some tee's from famous Youtubers, and a crapload of skinny jeans. I got new makeup, including multiple different eyeshadows from grey to red to yellow, mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, you name it, I probably got it. I got a few bows, some necklaces, but the one thing in there that I got and now cherished most, was an iron key. And it was the last one. I held it close to myself, smiling happily. I walked back across the parking lot, and after putting the things in the car, underneath one of the seats (I'm a paranoid person, I know.) and locking the car, I made my way to get my hair dyed, cut, and streaked.

~Around 2 hours later~

I pulled my hood over my head, and took my bags out of the car. My mom came rushing out, and exclaimed,"Oh dear, I'm late! Lyra, where are the keys? Call the babysitter if you go out! Bye Baby!" The baby part was for Joel, who I noticed was standing in the doorway. Thank god it was starting to rain, and mom was too busy rushing to notice my hair. I quickly ran into the house, and closed the door behind me, putting the bags on the floor. Where did Joel go? "Joeeeeeel. Come here, Joe, I have something to show you!" And, on cue, said cute little sister came rocketing down the hallway like a torpedo, attatching herself to me, and almost knocking me over.