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Harlow's POV

I always do my best to look at the bright side of things. Even if I feel like crying until I dehydrate and screaming until my voice gives out, I just push those thoughts deep down and smile. Compared to some a lot my problems are minuscule. That's why when my parents told me we had to move because of their job I smiled and said I was fine. They already have so much to deal with that the don't need an emotional teenager to add to their list of problems.

I do my best to be the perfect daughter. I get perfect grades, I have nice friends, and I don't get into fights. It does get tiring at points but I just smile and walk it off. Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me since I don't feel as happy as I appear but I don't have time to think about it.

It's been one whole month since that day. A month full of goodbyes and tears. We've moved from Phoenix Arizona to the small town of Swinford Colorado. It would be a difficult change but no matter what happens I'll just smile through it.

Today is my first day of school and saying I'm excited is an understatement. I am ecstatic for today. Most kids would be nervous going to a new school but, I am not like most kids. I'm ready for my senior year. Meeting new friends, being in a new environment, and trying out some new outfits I got to go with the cold weather.

You see in Arizona October is like summers less muscular cousin. It could still kill you but not as bad. But in Colorado it gets to the 60s! Shocking right! I couldn't believe it myself either but it's true. Since it actually gets cold in Colorado I had to update my wardrobe.

I woke up thirty minutes earlier than usual because I could not wait. I went outside of my room and went into the bathroom. I decided not to look at myself in the mirror. If checked my reflection my mood would instantly damper.

I took a quick shower and dried myself off. I brushed my teeth then put my towel around my body and walked back into my room. I decided to wear a long sleeve gray knitted dress with matching tall gray boots.

Then I went back into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. When I looked into the mirror I gasped in horror. It looks like I have a Havanese on top of my head. I quickly comb through my platinum blonde hair until it looked decent. I then put the top half of my hair into a bun while I curled the other half of my hair.

Next up is makeup. I don't like putting a lot of make on but, I do like to put some on. First things first is my eyelashes. I hate my blonde eyelashes so I put black mascara to cover them. I put on some winged eyeliner to make my green eyes pop. I add a bit of blush to brighten up my ivory skin tone. Then I add some concealer on the bridge of my nose to hide my freckles. I finally swipe on some light pink lip gloss. I check my reflection in the mirror and frown.

Does it look like I'm trying to hard. What if someone is wearing this outfit better than me? My hair and skin are so pale you can't tell when one ends and the other begins. Should I dye my hair?

I shake all those thoughts out of my head. I look at the mirror again and smile. I take a deep breath and walk out of the bathroom. It's ok...I'm ok. I go downstairs and start making breakfast for me and my parents. I make pancakes with bacon, eggs, and sausages. I set out plates for them making sure each of their plates are perfect. Mom likes extra pancakes and eggs. Dad hates eggs but loves bacon.

Once their plates are done I make mine. I like get a little of everything on my plate. I finish my breakfast and put my plate in the sink. I get my book bag from my room and look for my keys. I go into the living room to try and find them. "Where did I place those darn keys." I mutter to myself.

"Maybe if you looked you'd find them."

I turn around to see my dad holding my keys looking disappointed. "Where...Where were they?" I say as I'm looking down. "They were behind the TV." He says tiredly. I feel ashamed of myself. I need to be more organized. I need to be more responsible. I need to be perfect.

"Why don't you just go to school already."

I nod my head and walk towards him to grab m keys. Before I grab the doorknob I hear my dad say, "Thank you for making breakfast for us." I push past all bad thoughts and turn around to face him.

"It's no problem! I'm glad you like it!" I smile and go into my car. I take a few deep breathes and start up my car. I don't turn on the radio because driving is the only time I can relax and, I don't need music to distract me from my thoughts.

I make it to school in ten minutes.

I park my car in the very back of the parking lot because someone else may need a closer spot more than me. I practice smiling in the mirror and then I'm ready. I walk towards Swinford High school excited about what the day may bring.

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