Elena
I wake up and it’s obvious that this bed isn’t the one I used to sleep on back in my father’s house.
It’s a bit thick and not soft, maybe because I haven’t gotten used to it. My hair is messy all over my face, it’s appearing orange due to the sunlight pouring into the window.
I brush it backward packing it into a pony tail. I don’t think I have had enough time to take care of my hair and my beauty, all I have been into is trouble, been into trouble for crying out loud.
I’m meant to be in school today, but I need a break to calm myself and to adapt as well.
I’m going to be seeing Avera’s face every time because now, because she’s pregnant and doesn’t need stress, and that f*****g traitor! Could it get any worse?
I get up to the bathroom, I need my hair washed and to scent nic
