This is a kinda a prologue. This is in Bloom's point of view and she is 15. Enjoy!
I woke from the sun shining through my window. I grunted and got out of bed. Another day. Another Monday. Another week of torture.
I took a fifteen minute shower and got dressed.
I heard someone run up the stairs to my room.
"Bloom, 7:30! Wake- Oh, you're up already?" My sister, Daphne, asked.
"Ya. The sun woke me up." I said nonchalantly.
"Oh. Well breakfast is ready."
Daphne walked awkwardly downstairs.
Things haven't been the same. I'm glad she's back, but I haven't seen her for years. It wasn't until recently she was released from a "special" school for bad kids. Their motto always was: We'll shape your kids up in no time! Lies. All lies! Daphne's been back and forth between those kind of schools! And unless she shapes up she's going back.
I went into my closet to look for my favorite blue sweater.
"Ugh! It's on the top shelf!"
I pulled it down as careful as I could. But not careful enough because I heard a thud followed by a crack.
I look down to she what had fallen. I wished I hadn't.
It was a picture of me and her. I remember her. We used to be best friends. She was my rock. More of a sister than Daphne ever was.
That was until she started dating my crush and stole all my friends.
I really hated her. Even if it has been over a year. I. Hate. Her.
I sighed and picked up the picture and threw it in the trash. Goodbye Diaspro.