World So Cold

~Liana's pov~


I wake up to the dreading sound of my alarm clock.


Definition for alarm clock: Because every morning should begin with a heart attack.


I reach over to turn it off and slip out of bed.


Groaning, I quickly walked out of my room and into the bathroom looking in the mirror blankly. My hair was a mess so I pulled my hair into a side ponytail and place a black lace bow over the hair tie.bI then put some mascara on and apply a white eyeshadow to my eyelids.


I walk out of the bathroom and back into my room where I put on the clothes I left on my dresser last night.


After getting completely ready I ran down the stairs to find my sister laying on the couch and my mum making breakfast.


I walk into the kitchen to get a water bottle and throw it into my backpack that was lying there infront of my door. I really need to find a better place to put it.


"Good morning." My mum said as she flipped the eggs.


"Mum, I thought you were making pancakes." I yelled playfully at her. If I didnt, things would not be so playful.


"I know, but we ran out of batter." She replied, still flipping the eggs.


"Yeah, right." I mumble under my breath.


"What was that?" My mum asked, turning to look at me.


"hmmmm?" I said turning too. She just shook her head and focused back on the food.


Back in the living room, Angelica was laying on the couch not doing shit, as usual.


"Can you ever do something other than watch that show?" I rolled my eyes, looking at the tv.


"It's my life!" She yells with a 'duhhhh' tone.


"right, 'cause u have one." I say turning away.


"Oh and you do?" She fights back.


"Oh fuck off." I wave her off.


I jog back into the kitchen and eat my breakfast that to be honest, tasted horrible. But my mothers little ego has to stay positive so I sucked it up.

After the short walk, I arrived at the gates of my school and walked through. This school is so fucking over crowded it's not even funny.


What I see:


To the left- a fist fight.


To the right- 'popular' girls gossiping.


Infront of me- the school doors.


Behind me- The boy I hated most walking towards me.

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