I woke up to the alarm on my phone, remembering I had school today. I sluggishly went to the bathroom and did my business, brushed my teeth, and showered. I wrapped a towel around my body and trudged back to my room, half asleep. One thing you should know about me is I am not a morning person.

I decided to at least try and look appealing today, and got dressed in my favorite pair of bleached, studded short shorts (http://img2.etsystatic.com/012/0/6667184/il_570xN.435839110_oovz.jpg ). I wore a pink tee that I had drawn on and cut up (http://img2.etsystatic.com/010/0/5899935/il_fullxfull.450095634_lksv.jpg)

I had also decided to wear some jewelry (http://www.myjewelrybox.com/media/content/Image/Article%20Images/Jewelry%20pics/mans%20ring.jpg and http://i01.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/469122057/free-Shipping-Cool-punk-style-multi-layered-leather-chain-bracelet-jewelry-bracelets.jpg ) Then I threw on my shoes(http://cdnb.lystit.com/photos/2011/08/16/ann-demeulemeester-black-leather-lace-up-wedge-ankle-boots-product-1-1474389-241907544_large_flex.jpeg ) I quickly did my blond hair and makeup (http://nd05.jxs.cz/714/796/7e3521a75b_83217981_o2.jpg) <---[something like this]


I trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of tea and some cereal. Then, I drove to school. As soon as I opened my locker my friend, Ani, came up to and hugged me. “Morning, Bitch!” I loved the fact that I had this kind of relationship with Ani. We’ve been best friends ever since I came to this high school, here in England.

I still remember the day that I decided to move out of the house, my parents always seemed so ridiculous. They were so overprotective, always breathing down my neck. Maybe that had something to do with my rebellious actions, but I got tired of being treated like a five year old, being an only child. Moving to England was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. It mostly had to do with the fact that I knew my parents only wanted the best for me. But in order to pursue happiness for myself, I also knew that had to remove myself from the environment that I was in.

I felt as though I was held captive. I was kept under close supervision 24/7. My parents would ground me for the silliest things. Like dying my hair or piercing my nose, having a messy room, being late to school or coming home an hour or two late, receiving a bad grade. They would take my laptop or cell phone away, or keep me from going out with friends. Nevertheless, I only sought freedom, and moving to England was how I went about it. Don’t get me wrong. I still speak to my family on the phone, even though they are terribly bitter towards the fact that I just left, but England is much better than living back home, in California.

Here, in England, I’ve learned how to maintain subliminal content. I’ve earned to keep myself happy. Ani, of course, helped me grow out of my depression when I first came here. We both instantly sort of connected. We have similar style and music taste, which I believe is what caught each others’ attention. But our personalities are what really bonds us together. Our mischievous, humorous, loud, rebellious personalities; that is what we truly have in common.

We also both heavily believe in originality. Yes we have similar style and all, but we express ourselves freely. And we honestly don’t give a fuck what people say, I mean yes we’re human and have feelings, but both of us individually learned not to take people negative comments or what not to heart, and instead use them as constructive criticism.

We walked to our first class and within five minutes of the teacher talking in the most monotone way possible, I had fallen asleep.

Notes

Hihi^^ So this first chapter gives a bit of Elliot's history, which i'm sure we can all relate to somehow. But this is my first fanfiction, and I would appreciate comments and votes! I'll try my best to update between every 1 or 2 days c: Have an amazing night, or day haha XD Here in Cali it's 2:05pm.
-Yara <33