Life Starter {H.S}

Chapter 6

I was awakened with loud banging next to me.

"WAKE UP LOSERS! WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!"

Tyler yelled. Why was he always SO loud, especially when people were sleeping. There was one morning when I had to go visit my management team, but I had to wake up VERY early. The meeting started at 6 AM and I had to be awake by 4 AM so I could ready in time. Tyler was apparently already awake so he started banging pots and pans next to my head. Of course I woke up, but we also almost got kicked out of our apartment.

I sat up on the soft, leather couch. Rubbing my eyes, I quickly got disgusted by realizing how many people could've had sex on this couch. I stood up immediatley in fear. I went over to my bag and pulled out a pair of jeans, a soft blouse, and my Dr.Marten's boots that I've had since seventh grade. Yes, my feet haven't grown since seventh grade. And they don't need to. I'm already at a staggering women's size 11. But, I'm allowed to have large feet because I'm 5'9.

5:30 AM the clock said, why does Tyler wake everyone up so early? Damn him. I sit on Marcus' bed and shook him lighty. Implying that he should get up soon or else Tyler would keep banging on the table like a mad man, but instead, he groaned and threw a pillow over his face. I walked over to the bathroom to go shower. Before closing the door of the bathroom, I hear Tyler beating up Marcus with a pillow.

I hear Marcus yelp and I giggled, laughing at his misfortunes of not waking up. Turning the knob in the shower, I close the cutain behind me quickly. I don't want to flood the bathroom! Slipping of my clothes smoothly, looking at myself in the mirror. Shirt, pants, bra, underwear. I turn to the side, slimming my hands down my body. I feel a tiny bump at the bottom of my stomach. I haven't worked out in a while, can't lose my pretty, skinny, perfect ballerina figure, now can I?

Stepping in the shower, humid air ate through and englufed the whole bathroom. Cold shampoo slips through my hair and fingers, washing my hair back to beauty. Hot water runs over my body, skimming me in little drops. Icy cold conditioner smoothes back my hair to it's ultimate ability of prettiness. I smile at the smell of my body wash, smells of lavender and roses corrupt my nostrils. I slid the razor all the way up my leg, for the best legs possible. Showering in this hotel, could've been the best thing ever.

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Wrapping a crisp, white towel around me, I step out onto the cold tiles. Shivering a little bit, the towel slips down to the floor. I lean over to pick up the towel, to wrap it around my cold, stringy hair. Pushing up my breasts in the slightest way, I slipped on my braand hooked it together. Throwing on my cream colored blouse, the towel once again fell to the floor. Leaving my hair to make a wet stain on my shirt. Tossing the towel around my hair again, I finally jumped up, buttoning together my skinny jeans. Lacing up my boots lazily, I tore the towel of of my hair and began to blow dry, which would FOREVER!

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Tyler's shirt was off and he had continued to beat Marcus, aggrievated with the pillow. I saw a water bottle thrown across the room, hitting the face of Tyler.

"You bitch."

I hear Tyler whisper, throwing Marcus and I into a tornado of loud laughing. I snorted a little bit, making Marcus to throw his head back in laughter. Tyler was laughing at me now but kept his eyes locked with Marcus'. It just basically looked like he was constipated. Seeing his face laughing, I giggled slowly, somehow making me snort again. Marcus began to laugh so hard, I thought he was smoking some marijuana. He rolled off the bed, hitting his head slightly against the floor. He chest rising up and down slowly as he started to relax from the laugh attack he just had. He tells Tyler and I that he going to hop into the shower. And, all of a sudden I felt a drip. I push Marcus out of the way, locking the bathroom door closed. I reached into the bathroom bag of mine, pulling out a tampon.