- Michael's POV -
I had cereal this morning for breakfast.
Mum wanted to make eggs and bacon but I needed lots of time to do my hair.
"You really need to wash that Michael." Mum laughs, pointing at my hair straightener.
It was covered in blue hair dye. I had just recently dyed my hair blue & I still haven't gotten a color sealer. My hair bleeds blue every time I take shower & all of my pillows are stained blue. I don't care much.
I slip on my Led Zeplin shirt & pull on my favorite ripped black skinny jeans. I couldn't deside between my black vans or my white toms. But I figured black would go better with my outfit. I put in my blue eyebrow ring & walked out the door.
I had to walk to school. It was a very nice day, so I didn't complain. I saw a blonde haired boy walking down the same street. He was wearing a Nirvana shirt & the same black pants that I was.
"Hey.." He said, not looking me in the eyes. "Are you heading to Martin High?..."
I think he might have been blushing, but I could hardly see his face so I didn't know for sure.
"Aha, yes, I am. Who do you have first hour?"
"Mrs. Martindale." He chuckled.
