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Chapter One - Tiara ♥ - Picture Of Tiara

What is life? I thought to myself as my alarm sang it's annoying song. I hit the dismiss button and stripped away the teal and white blanket that was keeping me warm all night away from my small body. Today was the day I've been dreading since we moved to this boring town. First day of senior year at a new school. I wasn't nervous trust because being a army brat you move all the time. I've lived in six states and one country and I'm only seventeen. I like it only because I get to see the world and meet a lot of different people, but as soon as I make friends and get comfortable with them I eventually have to leave them. So nothing's permanent in my life and I guess I'm kind of used to it being that way.

My alarm went off again telling me to stop messing around and start getting dressed which I did. I took me about a ten minute shower since I was on a time schedule. I tied the tie to my robe and began looking through the boxes that were still sitting in front of my dresser labeled clothes. I am the worst at unpacking. I usually don't get a chance to fully get things together in my room because we always end up leaving so my procrastination saves me a lot of work in the long run.

I found my distressed boy friend jeans, and the first shirt I pulled out was a plain white one that showed my mid drift just enough. It was either between my all white air force one's or my white low top converse. In the end I chose the converse. My newly sewed in weave fell down in perfect curls as I unrolled the curlers I slept in the night before. I applied a little bronzer onto my face so I could have a little glow and some clear lip gloss and did a simple winged eyeliner with a little mascara. I didn't feel like going all out today so I kept things simple. I placed two bracelets onto my wrist and the one necklace I wear all the time onto my neck "Laya and Nadarian let's go!" I heard my mom shout.

I grabbed my purse right along with my phone and portable charger and headed down the stairs "You're wearing that to school?" My butt head of a brother asked causing me to roll my eyes. Something I've mastered.

"Yes and what are you wearing?" He had on a fuckboy outfit. Camo jeans a black shirt with a pair of his black Jordans. Don't ask which one's because I have no clue. If you ask me they all look the same "You know you should really step outside of the box sometimes. Plenty of boys are going to wear that exact same outfit today and do you really want to look like every other fuckboy in the school?"

"Look Tiara no one pulls this off like I do so even if we are wearing the same thing people will notice that I wear it better" He popped his fake collar and proceeded down the stairs. Nadarian aka Darian is a sophomore in high school and thinks he's the finest thing on the planet. Which he isn't.

My mom stood at the bottom of the stairs with her hands on her hips "I'm not going to be late because you two can't get dressed in time. I have a job I have to get to. What was taking you so long?"

"Tiara was giving me lessons on how not to look like a every other fuckboy"
My mom flicked his ear and a ow escaped his lips "Watch your mouth Darian I'm not playing with you this morning. I sat out poptarts and apple juice on the counter grab them and let's go" We did as she said and headed to the car.

"Shot gun!" Nadarian screamed while he ran to the passenger door.

My mom shook her head "Uh un nope get in the back I don't feel like dealing with your front seat shenanigans this early in the morning" I laughed and he jumped at me so I flipped him off.

"Ma I know you seen that" He whined

"Does it have to be the struggle with you two every morning? Like really you are seventeen and fifteen and you two act like you're seven and five. Ima start making you guys ride the bus because you're not going to work my nerves early in the morning" She hasn't had her coffee yet "Matter of fact as soon as your father gets here with your car Tiara you will drive yourself to school"