Tellen Hill

Chloe

I stared at the person in the mirror as I slipped into my shoes, taking in my appearance. With long black hair and round cheeks that others often criticized, I appeared happy on the outside while battling inner turmoil.

But it was time for me to mature and confront my fears, even though it was easier said than done. Sighing, I straightened up and examined my outfit-a leather high-waisted skirt with stylish buckles, a black spaghetti-strap top, and a mesh long-sleeve top. I completed the look with trendy black sandals.

Initially feeling out of my comfort zone, I reminded myself to focus on the present after taking my medication. After placing my new phone in my black purse and stashing a few pills in a small compartment, I left my room and headed downstairs. As usual, no one else was home. I sighed, entered the kitchen, and poured a glass of water. Just as I was about to take a sip, I heard a knock at the door. I groaned, setting the glass back on the counter and going to answer