I'm broken

I'm on a highway to hell

.....After I was done I walked back to class. I had a bruise on my cheek, but no one seemed to notice. I sat at my usual spots. In a front row, next to the teacher. They couldn't bully me infrot of a teacher. I listened to the lesson. It was history~II. World War. I loved history. It was my favourite subject.

School ended, blah,blah.......

And I got home. Alive. I wish i wouldn't.

My stomach started growling. God dammit I was hungry. No I said to myself not until you lose AT LEAST 10 more pounds I had 93 for a record. So I ignored my stomach and finished my homework. I put on some sweatpants and a T-shirt. I went jogging. But before that it was time for my daily meal. An apple. I took my i Pod and started the first song. Nirvana~In Bloom I loved rock. I lived and breathed it.

I came back from a 4km jog. I was exhausted. When I came around the corner I found my dad's car parked in front of our house. He is actually home? That was a HUGE,MASSIVE surprise. He is rarely home. I walked into the house and went looking for him. I found him int he kitchen, eating dinner. "Hi dad" I said with faked happiness. Like he would notice the difference. "Hi pumpkin" he returned me a smile and all of his attention was now on me. "You look a bit skinnier" he realised. I nodded "Yeah, I started eating healthier. And working out a bit, to keep best grades a PE" his smile grew bigger. "That's my girl!" Then he started talking about his job. He's going to Beijing soon. And because latest trip was a huge success, he now wants to take me and my mum shopping. And I instantly knew, that means I will have to go to a stupid, lame party, for his business associates and I will have to look and behave perfectly. YAY!!!

*Flashback*

I was about 6. I was wearing a red satin dress and a fake smile. I had to be the doll. Everyone was hugging me and kissnig me and saying.

"oh, she is so adorable!"

"look at this cutie!" etc.....

*End of flashback* 

We waited for my mum to come back. Today, she finished a bit earlier and had a heartwarming reunion with dad. We all got into the 'family car' which was driven a few time a year. When we got to the mall, my first purchase was powder. It was the lightest. Everything else would be too dark for my skin. The I bought black shorts, pants, some band-tees, another leather jacket, a short skirt, thighs and boots. I needed heels so we went to Saks. I found two pairs. They were both black, but ones had platforms. I bought both of them. After shoes-dresses. My not-so-favourite part. WE searched almost the whole mall, but nothing seemed to fit me right. Or I didn't like it. Honsetly, it was mostly the second part. And then, I found it. It was Chanel, gothic dress. It was short, abouve knees, had violet bows and a corset(black with violet sewing). It had a square cleavage and long sleeves. Sleeves were tight at beginning and went more loose around the elbow. It had a lace border(SP?). It was black and I liked it. Wait, scratch that. I loved it. I found my number and tried it on. I looked amaizing, coming from me. I showed it to my parents and they weren't too happy with it, but bought it anyways. We got home and our maid took care of the stuff. 

I went up to my bedroom and threw myself on the bed. My legs were shaking and I felt dizzy. It wasn't the first time, so I knew what to do. I ate a handful of blueberries and drank a glass of water. After that I did my homework. 

I started on my Russian Revolution essay, for a national prize. My mum and dad forced me to. I went over the room and picked up some heavy books. I threw them on my bed and started up my laptop. I pulled it into my lap and crossed my legs. I read a half of the book, then logged in on my Twitter. I don't know why I have it. I guess I just......do. I looked at my watch. Oh, hell dammit. It was half past seven pm! I should be meeting with Ben,Jamie and Mark. I threw my laptop on my bed and changed into a long T-shirt with tights and heels. I redid my makeup and ran all the way to the studio. Yes, we have a studio, we are currently working on our first album. The studio, was-of course financed by my parents. 

We practiced for about three hours, then I went home. I took a shower and curled up in my bed with the book for essay. 

I was already falling asleep, when I heard a noise. I went to my window and saw trucks and two cars in front of an old house, just across the road. I liked that house and didn't know why it was empty. But now, someone was moving in.

My first thought was: oh great, another potential bully.

Why? Because you have to be rich, to buy any house in this neighbourhood and rich parents always have kids for a show-off. 

HI!!!!!! How I did??? Tell me!!!! 

I need your help with something. WHO is the guy moving in? I need a celebrity or any other cute guy, age doesn't matter I'll fix it up later. He will have the name from RL, so choose wise. From suggestions I will pick the guy who will be the most mentioned or sth'

Love ya!!

XOXO, Lucy