Chapter One
I Never Regret Loving You
Dara's POV
Everybody knows that I'm PERFECT. My life is PERFECT. My clothes are PERFECT. Even my family is PERFECT. And although it's a complete lie, I've worked my off to keep up the appearance that I have it all. The truth is, if it were to come out, would destroy my entire picture-perfect image.
Standing in front of my bathroom mirror while music blares from my speakers, I wipe away the third crooked line I've drawn beneath my eye. My hands are shaking..
'damn it'
.
Starting senior year of high school and seeing my boyfriend after a summer apart shouldn't be so nerve-racking, but I've gotten off to a disastrous start.
First, my curling iron sent up smoke signals and died. Then the button on my favorite shirt popped off. Now, my eyeliner decides it has a mind of its own. If I had any choice, I'd stay in my comfy queen mattress bed and eat warm chocolate chip cookies all day.
"Dara , your mom needs you this instant, " I faintly hear one of the maids said as she knocked on my door.
My first instinct is to ignore 'her'. I mean why cant she just call me by herself? But it never gets me anything but arguments, headaches, and more yelling so i just decided to come down.
"I'll be there in a sec, " I call down, hoping I can get this eyeliner to go on straight and be done with it.
Finally getting it right, I toss the eyeliner tube on the counter, double and triple check myself in the mirror, turn off my stereo, and hurry down the hallway.
My mom is standing at the bottom of our grand staircase, scanning my outfit. I straighten. I know, I know. I'm eighteen and shouldn't care what my mom thinks. But you haven't lived in the Parks residence. My mom has anxiety. Not the kind easily controlled with little blue or red pills. And when my mom is stressed, everyone living with her suffers. I think that's why my dad goes to work before she gets up in the morning, so he doesn't have to deal with, well, her.
"Love your outfit. That noise you call music was giving me a headache. Good thing it's off. "
"Good morning to you, too, Mom, " I say before walking down the stairs and giving her a peck on the cheek. The smell of my mom's strong perfume stings my nostrils the closer I get.
Woah! She already looks like a million bucks in her Ralph Lauren Blue Label tennis dress. No one can point a finger and criticize her outfit, 'that's for sure.'
"Where's Minzy?"
"In the kitchen. "
"Is her new caretaker here yet?"
"Her name is Mrs. Sung, and no. She's coming in an hour. "
"Did you tell her Minzy have tantrums easily?"
"Yes. I gave your sister an earful this morning, Dara. If she keeps acting up, we'll find ourselves out of another caretaker. "
I walk into the kitchen, not wanting to hear my mother go on and on about her theories of why Minzy lashes out. Minzy is sitting at the table in her wheelchair, busily eating her specially blended food because, even at the age of 14, my sister doesn't have the ability to chew and swallow like people without her physical limitations. As usual, the food has found its way onto her chin, lips, and cheeks.
"Hey, Minzy-ah, " I say, leaning over her and wiping her face with a napkin.
"It's the first day of school."
" Goodmorning unnie!!" Oh how that smile makes my day.
"Wish your sister some good luck. "
"Wait, your leaving already? Don't leave me !!" and then she started to cry.
" Don't cry Minzy-ah, you know I'll be back. Just wait for me arasso?" Trying to wipe of her tears.
"okay"
I sigh. This is a very tough period time for her. But I know she's strong and I admire her bravery for that.
Minzy holds jerky arms out and gives me a lopsided smile.
"You want to give me a hug?" I ask her, knowing she does. The doctors always tell us the more interaction Minzy gets, the better off she'll be.
She nods. I fold myself in her arms, careful to keep her hands away from my hair. When I straighten, my mom gasps. "Dara, you can't go to school like that. "
" Why not?"
"Apple stain. You don't want people thinking you don't care about your appearance. " Apparently Minzy gave me one of her drooling foods hanging by when I hugged her.
"Fine. " I wish this was one of my mom's good days, the days she doesn't bug me about stuff.
I give my sister a kiss on the top of her head, making sure she doesn't think her drool bothers me in the least. "I'll see ya after school, " I say, attempting to keep the morning cheerful.
I run back up the stairs as fast as I could. When I got to my bedroom, I checked my watch. Oh, no. It's ten after seven. My best friend, Bommie, is gonna freak out if I'm late picking her up. Grabbing a light blue scarf out of my closet, I pray it'll work. Maybe nobody will notice the drool spot if I tie it just right.
When I come back down the stairs, my mother is standing in the foyer, scanning my appearance again. "ooh ~Love the scarf. "
Phew. That was close.
As I pass her, she shoves a muffin into my hand. "Eat it on the way. "
I took the muffin. Walking to my car, I unconciously bite into it.
Unfortunately, its not my favorite, blueberry. It just happens to be banana nuts that's overdone. I let out a seemingly bitter laugh.
Funny how this reminds me of myself-- perfect on the outside, but mushy on the inside.
Finally done with the first chapter!!!(^_^)
Just for clarifications, their school doesn't wear uniforms, just casual clothes...... that's why it's not mentioned.
I'm new with daragon so yeah... but i love them. When can they just reveal it right??
anyways thank you for Reading:)))))
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