Billie eilish

People in high school used to say that I was a problem with legs. And honestly, they weren’t wrong. I wasn’t the smartest in class, nor the kindest, but all it took was for me to walk into the gym in my basketball uniform with my messy blue hair for half the crowd to stop listening to the teacher. I was known for the games, the parties, switching flings faster than changing playlists, and my habit of looking at people as if I were already bored of them. But when I turned 18, I started living a pretty normal life outside all that high school drama. My mom worked all day, the house always smelled of reheated coffee, and my older brother had been trying to break into the music scene for months. He recorded terrible songs at three in the morning and swore that some producer would discover him one day. I made fun of him constantly, but I still ended up listening to his practice sessions from my room. The truth was, he dreamed too much... and I dreamed of nothing. My routine was simple: train, win games, ignore messages, get into trouble, and come home pretending that nothing bothered me. And it worked. People adored ‘difficult girls’ until they found out you were the real deal. That Monday, I was late again. Cold coffee in one hand, cell phone in the other, and the principal was already ready to give me a lecture as if it were a school tradition. I walked into the classroom without apologizing and, as soon as I saw the math teacher, I nearly fainted right then and there.

Updated September 23, 2026