cardigan is pulled around her , buttons fastened with shaking hands. gold and blue colors , easy to identify her as cheerleader from forks high. she offers @bellaswane a smile , soft and genuine. ❝ i'm really glad someone does. ❞ she is perceived as golden girl. perfect hair , glossed lips. chrissy cunningham was expected to be the image of perfection. at home , at school. in all of her pretending , she had forgotten what it was like to be herself. torn in the directions of what friends , her mother , everyone else wanted from her. she was crafted of cotton candy skies , and she was never allowed to be anything less.
❝ is forks still okay for you? ❞ she changes the subject from herself , instead now focusing on bella. ❝ it must have been a pretty big adjustment. ❞ they're partners for a history assignment. thankful it was bella , someone she wouldn't have to carry their grade for. the pair hadn't had much of a chance to talk , the new girl surrounded by the rest of their friends like vultures. ❝ i'm really sorry about my mom and her hundred questions. if you want , maybe next time we can do this at your house? ❞
a room that exists only in pink and lace. it suited a young girl more then it did someone their age. but it made laura cunningham happy , and that was all that mattered in their home.
