Layla’s pov

I blinked back the tears as I stared at my mother passed out on the couch. Empty bottles made a mess around her. The entire room smelled of beer and had a stench of something putrid.

My eyes fall to the white powder line on the dark-stained coffee table. I shook my head in disappointment. It had been like this since she lost her job a few months back.

She promised to be clean. She promised. But like all her promises, it went to shit.

She groans while shifting around. Her eyes blinked open and they fell on my figure standing before my room. Tiffany struts over to me. “I’m ready.”

“Oh.” She lets out when her eyes fall on my mother on the couch.

“Are you heading for school darling?” She asked me. The dark circles under her eyes had become prominent. Her creamy skin looked ashy, showcasing her lack of drinking enough water.

“Yes,” I murmured, gripping the strap of my bag tightly. “Well you two have fun. I’m going job searching today.” Her voice croaked, her voice is scratchy from the alcohol she had been consuming.

I nodded and started for the door while Tiffany followed behind me. “Aren’t you going to wish me luck?” She questions before I opened the front door.

I looked at Tiffany and she shakes her head. I sighed and opened the front door. “Good luck.”

Both Tiffany and I walked out. I slammed the door, angered by seeing her lose herself again. Job searching? I’d be lucky to see if she even showered today.

“She’s back on coke?” Tif questions in worry and pity.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” | grumble and started walking away from our crappy house.

Of course I cared, I hated seeing her this way. I did try to help her but she wouldn’t let me. And dad? He was too busy with his new family to even remember that my birthday was two days ago.

“Do you ever stay there and think about what if God made us with luscious curves and big boobs?” Tiffany sighed as her gaze focuses on Karen and her friends. They were the ‘it’ girls I suppose. And just like in those cliche books I wrote, they were nasty and mean.

on a desk, her posse surrounding her as they giggled, flipping their shiny hair over their shoulders. I had an inkling that

towards the popular girls. “I don’t want to be like them.” I wiggled my nose as though I sniffed

walls of the classroom, suffocating us

maybe we should bleach our hair like theirs? Maybe then

it on your own. I’m perfectly happy with my dark hair. And being unseen is a good thing, a fantastic thing even.

Karen and her posse. For a girl who just had a break-up, she sure looked happy and carefree. Then again she and Tyler never stay away from each other for more than

take her back even though she knows he cheats. This was their routine, fuck, cheat,

a nasty scowl crafts

staring at us?”

my life

snap their heads my way. I held my breath. I hated so many eyes on me, being

sort of had it out for me the moment I accidentally spilled my juice on her perfect pretty pink dress in

birthday that day

thinking about ways to kill one of us and take our place.” One

rolled my eyes at that statement. No matter how annoying they were, I wouldn’t waste

watching those thrillers?” Karen

“Maybe?” Paige replied reluctantly.

Lai” Tif murmurs as she leans towards me, palms

in order to feel on top, she constantly tries to bring me down. It’s getting really annoying.” I

as she nears. Never had I had to inhale something as strong as this

oh,” Tiffany

palms flat on my desk. Her pink painted nails were long and for a second I wondered if it was comfortable

were me, cousin?” Her glossy lips curled

money, and the hottest guys lining at her feet. Why did she insist on picking on me? Spilling juice years ago wasn’t a

Karen was a no no. Yes, she was

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