Eliza's POV

"DADDDDD! DO WE HAVE TO GO?!" I heard down the hall.

"YES MARGARITA! NOW FINISH PACKING YOUR BAG!"

"WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!"

Yeah.

This is what I have to live with

EVERYDAY

My name's Elizabeth Schuyler. But everyone calls me Eliza. I have two sisters:

Angelica, the oldest (she's 16), and Peggy, the youngest (she's 14)

I'm in the middle. I'm 15.

We live in New York City with our father. My mother passed away when I was 7. That was 8 years ago. 

Lets just say it had a great effect on me. I started feeling...I don't know...sad all the time. Like everything around me was utter shit. Guess what happened next?

Yeah.

I was diagnosed with actual depression. At 8 years old.

Fun!

I still have it, too. After that, I was never able to fit in. I was referred to as the "emo girl". Hence, why I'm quiet and shy now.

And stupid Starlight Camp was not gonna help.

But I keep it to myself. I don't let Dad know how I feel. Or the others. They think I'm doing better. Really, I'm worse then I've ever been.

***

"Eliza?!" I heard. I put on a fake smile and turned to the door

"Yeah?"

"Do you have my pink crop top?!" Angelica exclaimed

"Uh, no"

"Damn it! I cant find it ANYWHERE"

"Do you really need it?" I asked

All I got was a stern "YES." in return. I went back and continued packing.

Shirts? Check

Shorts? Check

Sneakers? Check

Socks? Check

Sandals? Check

Other clothing materials for girls that I will not say cuz I don't wanna? Check, sadly

Headbands? Check

Photo of mom secretly hidden in my jacket pocket at all times? Check

I closed my suitcase and looked around my room. I'll miss it. My quiet sanctuary.

Goodbye beautiful New York,

And hello crappy New Jersey.

Sorry this wasn't very wordy. Didn't rly know how to start the book. Hopefully it turns out ok! Sorry for the depressing stuff, too. You'll see why I added that soon enough.

Just...

WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT

(I'm sorry I had to XD)