Chapter 67 Shattered Fairy Tale

• Chelsea
• The fashion design competition that I will be participating in is now keeping me here in the pool area, where I am attempting to come up with designs. It's been three days since my grandfather caused all of this chaos around here. I can still recall with crystal clarity how excruciatingly painful his slap was, but the horrible words he said were far more excruciating. Given how devastating his words were to me, it's almost as if he never raised me or treated me as his child in the first place. As a direct result of these problems, I realize that I am once again preoccupied with my own thoughts.
• I couldn't help but pull at my own hair as I yelled at Chelsea to "Come on, Chelsea! Concentrate! The huge fashion competition is almost done accepting applications, there is no need thinking about stuff like this!" My brain is pounding so much, and I can't think of any ideas for my design because my difficulties are taking up all of my mental capacity at the moment. It would be a mistake for me to allow myself to become obsessed with this. If I allow my worries to take control, then nothing will happen.