1 Not in a good mood.

There are times when you look around you and all you see is nothing but grey.When that happens, just know that you are a few hours away from getting into full blown depression. If you think it untrue, wait till you see the different dull shades of grey.

I smiled sadly at my reflection. Black hair,grey eyes, small cute pouty lips, what more could I ask for? I was pretty, better than the cake faced school bitch who would rather throw herself out the window than speak to me nicely. I fumed. Just because she was the leader of the cheerleading team didn't mean she was hot. She was probably famous cause she slept with half the population of the guys at school.

Slowly my sadness gave way for rage to seep in. How could I, Rosella Michael let the world treat me like trash? How could I stay quiet all day and let everyone at school bully me and make me pity my sorry ass?

Everyday I pranked my siblings, dressing up later at night to attend parties but not as the Ella I was known for. I went rather as Rose. The girl who rocked, storming into college parties only to steal the show and have them all wiping dirts off my shoes.

I sighed. Well, one could never have it all. If I could, believe me when I say I would have stayed even longer at my grandma's home at Carlifornia, shopping and partying all through the days of my life.

"Ella!", my mom yelled dragging me back to reality,"get down here in five".

I could tell she was down stairs and from the sound of it, I was in for deep shit. Remind me what I did this time.

"Fine!", I yelled right back getting ready to leave for the horrible place called school.

With a huff I walked out of my bathroom, taking my time to get my bag off my bed and take one more look at myself. Make up, check. Curled hair, check. Blue polished nails, check. Call me vain or whatever, I don't really care. You should probably stay years being bullied and see if you don't get obsessed with your mirror while trying to find out what was so different about you.

I reached out for the door knob and paused to take a look around. I had everything in order so it was kind of easy for me to note the arrangements of everything. I was bound to know if anyone walked in. Call it a peculiar gift for all I care.

Ha! As If they'd even dare. One trip to my room uninvited had two things involved,a place at the hospital or a few home treated injuries. Yup, I was that defensive, after all a girl needs her own privacy.

"Ella!",my mom yelled once more.

"I'm coming", I grumbled, pulling the door open and stepping out of my room.

Someone wasn't in a good mood. Hell! I wasn't in a good mood either and the thoughts of going to school did not in any way lift my mood.