《Robbers》

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      "Lust conquers all other feelings"

lust
Lu▪st
noun
1.
strong sexual desire.
"he knew that his lust for her had returned"
synonyms: sexual desire, sexual appetite, sexual longing, sexual passion, lustfulness, ardour, desire, passion.
        

        I applied another thick layer of pencil liner on my waterline dragging it to my tear duct and back to the outer corner.

The black pencil makes my hazel eyes pop, I applied some mascara to my lashes making them longer than before.

My hair was up in a high  pony tail. I pulled the black crop top over my head. I also pulled up the black skinny jeans up my legs.

I went into the bathroom, reached for the scissors and dragged the blade across my knee on my jeans making a hole that I can't make bigger over the time.
I pulled my old 'Bon Jovi' singlet over my head straightening it up a little.

There was a slight knock at my door, I yelled a quick 'come in'. My feet padded out of the bathroom into my room opening the blinds. My eyes locked on my sisters eyes. "Are you almost ready?" She whined.

"Yes I am, give me 3 minutes." I mumbled. She sat down on my un-made bed and looked up at my roof, I painted it a few years ago, It has glow in the dark stars that I painted. I did it with my ex boyfriend. "Why do you insist on wearing all that muck on your face?" She commented as I was brushing my teeth.

"Because I like it, my face, my body. Your opinion doesn't really affect me and I don't really care." I snapped at her. God she was annoying and rude, fifteen  year old these days think they are all that. "Seems like you care." She mumbled

"Yeah? See how much you care when you are my age and have lots of people commenting on your weight, height, face and everything else."  I scoffed. She rolled her eyes.

"I will be your age in six years, it will be different because mum will get it all put on you!" She yelled storming out of my room.

Looks like she doesn't want that ride after all .

I grabbed my bag off of my desk chair and grabbed my boots and walked out of my room closing the door. I slid my boots on and walked out the door.

The drive to my university was short and quick, I could easily walk it but I'm very lazy. I parked my car into an empty slot and got out grabbing my bag.

New year, new people. I thought.

I popped my ear buds into my ear and pressing shuffle.

I walked into my first class, advanced literature. I chose my seat at the back of the room.
Turning the volume down a little, I looked up at the people that were piling into the room.

The professor was at the front of the room with chalk in his hand writing his name on the board.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a pen and a spare note book.
I felt somebody staring at me so I looked up pulling out one of my ear buds.

There was a boy in front of me sitting there gazing at me. I looked back down at my paper writing the date. "Do you have a spare pen by any chance?" A husky voice rasped. I looked up to meet the boy from a few minutes ago staring at me. I looked at his wide eyed.

I searched through my bag and only found a lead pencil. I sighed and looked at him giving him a small smile.

"Here use mine." He reluctantly took it out of my grasp, his fingertips slightly grazed mine.