Narrator POV

Keila entered a foreign place. Somewhere she had never been, but yet, it felt like home. She looked around, the living room and kitchen were empty, she decided she'd head upstairs.

My room? My room.

She thought to herself as she stared at a small bare room. She looked around, it was such a small and confined space, but she just had to deal with it. She went downstairs and watched as her parents started to leave, so she put on her shoes and went with them.

She stared out the window of the car, she sighed and watched as other cars went by. She could only really think of things that weren't very positive.

She never really did a chance to think positive anyways.

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Keila POV

I sighed as I got up the next morning. I did the usual, change my clothes, get ready, my hair, and then I'd go to my laptop like always.

As I stared in the mirror and looked at the girl before me, I realized that I had changed, too much. I knew I had always been that girl who didn't care about what they looked like, and I still didn't, but now, it was different.

I didn't care what I wore, whether they would care or not, but I did care about whether I looked okay, now I was always doing my hair, nails, making sure I was perfect, and I hadn't really realized until now, because I never wanted to see myself. Ever.

I didn't know who the girl in the mirror was, she was a stranger, someone I thought I knew. She was different, too different. A bad different. I realized why I had changed this much.

I'd always felt the pressure to be perfect. I was no good in sports, so the only thing I could do was get good grades. Yet, I knew deep inside that if I ever wanted to be excepted, I'd always have to look pretty, beautiful, and not ugly.

I hated that this is what I felt, but I felt like I had to have a lot of talent to be excepted into any world. 

Even my own.