Shit, man! This was seriously going to restrict my neat handwriting status. Simultaneously sucking on my wound and fluffing up my hair, separating pieces and leaving my right side tumbling down my shoulder, I quick-stepped into the bathroom. I hastily massage cleanser onto my face and then swiped mascara on my top and bottom eyelashes- magnifying my already big,green eyes. I slipped into my beige trench coat and galloped down stairs.
Dealing with the situation at hand I snaffled a few pounds from my mom's purse for the bus fare and was nearly out the door till I remembered my phone and my dad. I was soo cutting it fine here and seriously stressing myself out never the less I raced upstairs, grabbed my phone and tiptoed over to my dad's room. I carefully opened the door, cautious not to make it squeak, and padded gently over to his bed in my heels. Ever since me and my brothers started secondary school my dad always made us say good morning to my him and tell him we were leaving even if he was sound asleep. I shook him awake gently; kissed him on his cheek; said good morning and told him I was leaving. He propped himself up on his elbows and rubbed his eyes and squinted at me sleepily. "You ok?" he asked blearily. " Yeah. I just need to get the bus or I'll miss it and I'm already running really late." I replied curtly. "I was going to take you but I was up all night sorting out a..." he began to explain but I cut him short, "S'fine, I just really need to leave now." I said already leaving the room . I shut the door behind and bolted dwon the spiralling staircase and out the door, yelling to my mom I borrowed some of her money for the bus.
At last! I trudged up the hill towards the bus stop, sometimes that family drive me crazy and today was one of them days and to just be out the house was like a veil of tranquility. However as I came nearer and nearer towards the stop bits of air nipped at parts of my exposed neck, threatning to bring an end to my reign of calmness. British weather could never make it's mind up; January mornings now seemed to start with blinding, blue skies and ,if it took its fancy, accompanied by a frosty bite in the air. I'd rather a traditional grey and dull morning, miserable and gloomy to match my mood.
Reaching the bus stop I leaned against the shelter an eye out for the promised bus apparently a minute away. Spotting it makiing it's way around the roundabout I quickly took my phone out checking my face.
Numerouse skin-coloured pimples had errupted overnight but were still fairly invisible. I swiped a finger under each eye to check for any mascara smudges.Mascara was the only form of make up I wore seeing as it was the only form of makeup I just about got away with- which was quite tragic. An 18 soon to be 19 year old not allowed to wear make up. When I tell people that no I don't wear any make up and yes that was my natural skin complexion and no I dont curl my hair I was just lumbered with the burden of thick curly hair, they very nearly wet themselves. The only good thing I got out of it was that my natural hair colour was a honey brown colour. Being told that I was a natural beauty by them was absoutley fine by me , let thim think I didn't need to wear makeup rather than me not being allowed to wear makeup.
Finishing my inspection I slipped my phone back into my pocket and crossed my arms across my chest, holding the pounds tight in my hand. Just as the bus was drawing close a sleak, black car rounded the corner. Slowing as it approached me the driver's window rolled down, revealing 4 pretty teanage boys probably older than me by a year or 2. They smiled at me slyly till they came to a halt beside me.
A hot, light-skinned asian boy with a beanie on winked at me from the driver's seat while the passenger next to him leaned forward presenting me his handsome face.
"Wanna ride hottie?" he asked, staring me out as I kept my eyes trained on the approaching bus. I risked a look inside the car and in the back was a beautiful black boy with an "Obey" snapback on sitting at one end who grinned at me and a tanned boy with a mop of brown curls pushed back from his head with a bandanna, who looked me up and down with disdain and the returned to his mobile screen at the other end. While at the fornt was the hot asian driver and the hispanic looking passenger.
A battle within myself raged while one side told me to jump in and enjoy my freedom or be the good, sensible girl I was always expexted and taught to be. To hitch a ride with them and endure my parents' wrath basking in my college freedom faded considerably against the idea of being subjected to my mom and dad's disapointment as well as fury.
I allowed a smirk to creep onto my lips and tossed my hair over my shoulder however I kept my eyes focused on the bus clearly telling them now way was I going to jump in the car with them.
A beep sounded from the arrival of the bus and a pissed-off looking bus driver scowled at me from his window blocked by the black car. I stared hoplessly at him trying to walk around the car to get nearer to it.
Sliding his window over he glared at me looking all pissy " Look love," he said " You gettin' or not, I'm already behind and I do not remember the memo telling telling me to wait for little miss catching-boys'-eyes!" he spouted at me irratatedly, flecks of spit flying everywhere.
"Nah mate, she's going to be riding with us" said the driver smiling at him apolagetically with a cheeky glint in his eye. I opened and closed my mouth trying to get some words to come out.
"Well!" huffed the driver angrily and drove off in a speed not even bothering to wiat for my response.
The boys jeered after him as I stood there standing hoplessly on the side of the ride with no means of getting to College. I felt myself on the verge of a breakdown it was almost half eight and here I was stranded at the bus shelter. I walked a few steps then retraced all them all the while the balck car follwed me carefully. I sank down on the kerb with my head in my hands as i felt tears well up in my ears- try as I might to act like this was my year to be free and not care about what my parents think I realised that I was too much of a good girl and whatever my parents had instilled into me to make me like that was just too far down to get rid of. I tried to take a few deep breaths to sort out my head; I took aout my timetable and found that my first class English Lit. began at 9 and even though new students were advised to be in by half eight if they had classes at 9 to get to find themselves round I could still make it if i sped walked.
I got up to my feet and threw a disgusted look to the boys in the car I was no lonegr flattered at their appreciation it was their frickin' fault I was now going to be late on my first day.
"Oh for fucks sake don't cry about, jsut get in the fucking car then if you don't want to be late." snapped the curly-haired boy. The two boys in the front peered round at him questioningly however he was already glued to his phone.
It was no use even if I made it school at 9 i would probably still be late because it would take me forever to find the class. I glared at them before I grabbed the door handle and swung it open.
The black boy got out first though, leaving me wedged between him and Mr Grumpy, All of a sudden this didn't feel safe.
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