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I HATE YOU WITH PASSION
Chapter 1
I stare back at the fair skinned girl in the mirror with bright grayish-green eyes and long, blonde hair. Her bangs are side parted and sweeped to the sides. The girl looks gorgeous in every way possible. She didn't look a hint recognizable like she did last year, but of course that was sophomore year, this was junior year. And that gorgeous girl is me.
I'm Persephone, and it's pronounced 'per-seph-a-nie' not 'per-so-phone.' I know it's the name of the Greek goddess of the underworld but if you meet my mom, you'll know why she named me that. My mom, Lily, is a college professor. Guess what class she teaches. Yep, of course, the one the only Greek Mythology. My dad, Greg, is a lawyer though and we all know how well he gets paid.
"Perfect." I whisper to the reflection of myself in the mirror. I'm wearing dark, denim, short shorts, a black corset with red flowers with a red cardigan overtop, and my black converse. My hair is in soft waves all over but they're all tied together in a messy, low side bun. I had clipped a red flower in my bun, and it was gorgeous! A few strands had also gotten loose and were now framing my face with curls.
I applied my usual make up, foundation, silver eyeliner, gray shimmer eye shadow, lip gloss over Chapstick and mascara. Today I just seemed a bit more edgier than I usually did, maybe it was because it's the first day of my junior year.
I run my hands over my clothes, smoothing out the fabric underneath. Then out of nowhere my phone falls off my desk, making me jump a mile high. After I finally realize my phone fell because it had been vibrating, I calm down. I had five missed alerts, all from my best friend, Lissa, three new messages, and two missed calls. I was starting to call her back but was interrupted by a loud honk outside my house.
I run out onto the balcony in my room, checking to make sure it was Lissa with her 2011 black BMW m6 convertible. I love that car, it was gorgeous. As much as I love cars, I didn't want one. For my sixteenth birthday, I didn't ask for a car, I asked for a motorcycle. My parents had gotten me a hot pink and black harley davidson bike, I nearly had a heart attack when they brought it out of my garage. The bad thing is that I can't ride my bike to school today, because my parents thought I wasn't being responsible when I snuck out with Lissa for a party a few nights ago. They took away my Harley, my Harley!
I wave my hands at her, screaming, "I'll be right there!"
"Ok! Hurry up." Lissa shouts back, getting back into her car and shutting the driver's seat behind her. I walk back into my room, making sure to close and lock my balcony door. I turn around to face my room. My room is massive, gigantic, and any other word that's a synonym for big.
This room is my favorite room in my house, and that's saying something since my house is a mansion. My parents had an amazing income, and they thought that they should spend all their money on me and my siblings, because we are apparently their greatest prizes..? I have no idea what that means but I am still really grateful that they would buy a house us teenagers picked, decorate it the way we want, and have maids, chefs, gardeners and a lot more staff keeping this house neat and clean. My mom had brought in an interior designer and an interior decorator for us when we first moved here two months ago. I didn't switch schools. We may have moved but good thing we're still in my old school district.
My room was a work of art, well I am an artist so I guess my room is my canvas. One wall was a hot pink, my favorite color. Another wall was black, my second favorite color, pink and black just goes together so well! The third wall was one of my favorites, it was zebra pattern painted on my wall. It is in no way wall paper, my mom doesn't like wall paper, it was hand painted. The last wall was across from the zebra wall, it was painted polka dotted. The wall was black with multicolor huge dots painted on top. The best thing about the black paint is that it turns my whole wall into a chalkboard! I can write anything I want onto the wall with chalk. On the polka dots I can write with dry-erase markers, my mom had the interior designer search everywhere for this type of paint.
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I Hate You With A Passion
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