Perfectly Wrong || Shawn M.

Part 1

Hello, hello. A new story, wow. I really, really like Perfectly Wrong so I thought I would make this. Leila is on the right (Olivia Rouyre)

IMPORTANT : I'm re-reading this story, and I just want to say that it starts off slow in terms of writing skill I promise that it gets better.

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I breathed a sigh of relief as I flopped onto my bed. It's not everyday that you fly halfway across the country to your new home that you've never seen outside of pictures. I mean, I was happy with the place, it was just what I wanted it to be, but it made me nervous. I could've been tricked into buying a worn down, crappy apartment instead of this.

I honestly didn't know why chose to move to Nebraska of all places. It was right in the middle of the map. All I knew was that I wanted to get away from the hellhole that was my family. The constant fighting of my parents, the sound of plates and pictures being shattered. It was overwhelming. I knew that they both loved me, and I loved them too, but they're so unbelievably toxic for each other. As much as I tried to persuaded them to split up, as much as I threatened to leave, they couldn't bring themselves to do it. So I made the decision to move with their drunken consent.

I mean, I had no friends to leave. I was a reject in school. No matter how hard I tried to be a good, genuine person, I was considered a freak. All it took was one party to get drugged and wake up in a bed that wasn't yours; afterwards getting labeled as a slut because of something that wasn't your fault. But I was okay, mostly. All that I thought about for months was that I had one chance to lose my innocence, and I lost it in the most idiotic, foolish way possible.

Moving on, money wasn't a problem, my family was rich. I hated it. I hated being given fancy things. I hated being treated like I was better than other people outside of school. I hated the expensive clothes I had to wear. I hated how I looked. As ridiculous as it may sound, I tried my best to look the worst I could. I stayed up all night, staring at the stars, strumming at my guitar, hoping to get dark circles under my eyes. I never washed my face, a shower is the only cleansing it would get, I hoped for pimples all over my face. I put my hair into a low ponytail overnight and wore it  like that the next day, hoping for it to look like a rats nest. But nothing ever worked. No under eye bags, no breakouts, no messy hair. I didn't get it. I fell into this lifestyle. It was lazy, sure, but if I tried to look good, I would end up hating it and myself more than I already did.

That's the whole story. Nothing else.

I was starting my last year of high school in a few days. I was mostly dreading it, but I was strangely exited for a fresh start, a new look on life.

I wondered what the people in Nebraska were like. I hope they're not like Californians. Practically everyone was a stuck up, fake ass bitch where I was from. They all wanted attention. That's it. If the people here are anything like that, I'm gonna lose it. Literally. I'm a mentally damaged 17 year old living on my own in the middle of nowhere.

I shook my head, coming out of my thoughts. I need friends.

Five days later, first day of school

I debated what I should wear and decided on a pastel yellow cropped sweater. It was short, but not cropped enough do you could see my stomach. I also chose some black leggings. It was simple, but I liked it.

I walked to my bathroom and brushed my teeth like a normal human being. I also brushed through my hair and decided to leave it down because I was lazy. I pop on a light coat of mascara, which made my lashes look ten times longer than they normally would. I'm Italian, and Italians happen to be very hairy; which usually came as a disadvantage. I had thick, long, eyelashes but they were stick-straight. Putting on just a couple coats of mascara makes me look like I have falsies on.