♫ [See you later by Jenna Raine) ♫
❥ A Z O R A R U S S O ❤︎
*6 years earlier*
(1st January 2015)
When you're born in a family where people consider you "Picture perfect" but in reality, your family is far from perfect.
Slowly, slowly Academic Validation becomes your only source for attention and whenever you get that attention you begin to crave it even more than before.
Some people call me toxic, some just don't give a flying crap.
You know the people who make some seriously concerning jokes about their mental health?
Yes, that me.
Having parents that have been fighting since you were 8 years old and then them getting a divorce when you were 9, doesn't really help the situation but increases it.
My so called "Mother" cares about her reputation more than her daughter aka me.
Never in my life I have felt that she actually adores me for who I am, but she is always pointing out my imperfections. Either in looks or how I'm doing in school.
She has never asked a simple sentence like:
"Sweetheart, are you okay?"
But it's more like:
"So any awards?"
"A- what is this Azora?!"
Other than that my life is quite..... Enjoyable even?
I have friends who care about me like Ven and Livia.
My amazing thoughts are interrupted by my father's voice, oddly enough.
Bolting out of my room, I quickly run down the stairs trying to maintain my balance.
I see his figure standing in the entrance smiling with open arms. Without wasting any time I quickly run into his comforting arms.
"Dad!" I smile into the hug.
"Sweets! you've grown so much" He replies.
"Dad, it's been 3 months" I sigh.
"I know dear, but I have a surprise" He says as he walks over to where my mother is sitting with a scowl.
That's normal.
"So me and your mother have decided that you're moving in with me to New York" He beams.
"Really?!" I question excitement taking over me.
"Yes, really" He laughs.
"So when are we leaving?" I ask.
"Tomorrow, Azora" My mother replies sternly.
"Tomorrow-" I ask.
"Yes now get packing" She replies.
As I stand up my dad gives my hand a sympathetic squeeze which I return a forced smile to and proceed to speed-walk upstairs, not even bothering to glance back at them as I already hear screaming.
Walking into my room I look around for one last time, taking in all the memories.
Both bad and Good.
Pulling out my suitcase I begin neatly placing all of my clothes in one and shoes, room decor in another.
As I'm am in the middle of packing my stuff a spot something so special I mentally yell at myself for forgetting.
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