Thoughts

Mornings

'Angie... wake up, you're going to be late'
I slowly opened my eyes, everything being distorted in my vision. I blinked heavily, then my vision cleared. It was day I was dreading; the first day of school.
'Hurry up Angie' mum yelled from the kitchen downstairs.
I aggressively opened up my blinds, grabbed my back pack, and shoved my books in. The sky was gray and gloomy, and I could feel the rough winds as the trees in front of my house were blowing in one direction.
While I was getting ready, my mind raced with thoughts.
'What if no one likes me?...'
'What if people found out about my past?'
'What if I wasn't... normal?'
I needed to calm down. Music.
I put my Doja Cat playlist on shuffle. The first song that comes on was Skull and Bones. The beat, her rap, the lyrics, it all calmed me down. I love how she can just speak her shit, without caring about what people think. I love her confidence. And most importantly, she was half South African, just like me.
Moms from Joburg
Dads from Belgrade in Serbia.

I finished putting on mascara and was applying my lip gloss when suddenly my alarm went of. Time for school.
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Author notes-
Heyy guys, thank you for clicking on this story and making it to the end of the chapter. I know it's kinda short but I only want to continue this storyline if it attracts attention.

Anyways, I go by Vy and my pronouns are all, so free feel to refer to me as any pronoun, I am not fussed. This is also my first Wattpad story.

I would also like to say that this storyline is 13 plus as there are mature themes such as depression though I'm not sure if wattpad is even friendly for 12 and under 🤣

Anyways, that was my little spiel, but let me know if I should continue with the storyline.

Stay safe princesses,
Vy 💓