I wake up Monday morning the next week. The whole week my mom let me miss school is all a blur. I mainly remember sleeping. That's about it. I have to catch back up in school so I force myself out of bed. I walk to the bathroom with my palm on my pounding headache. I take a shower, which I haven't in awhile. I get out and don't feel like looking presentable. I grab sweat pants and a hoodie. Doing my hair at this point was not something I was going to deal with. I throw it up in a bun and left my flawed face to be flawed without makeup. I go down stairs to make breakfast then decide I don't want to eat. I'm basically a walking zombie with no emotion at the time.
I call over into Andrew's room and he's ready to go. We head out the door to walk to school. Andrew stays quiet, he knows not to talk to me if I feel like this.
We get to the elementary. I'm about to leave when I here some kids yell my brothers name. I immediately turned to see 3 cocky boys throwing dirt at him and calling him names. Me seeing my little brother go through what I have for years broke my heart. This can happen to me but not him, he won't have to deal with this. I walk over to the little boy who seemed to do most of the talking.
"Who the fuck are you to do that to him. Fuck off and leave him alone because next time-" I try before the kid cuts me off.
"Nice Andrew. Have your big sister come to the rescue. I hope you know I'm telling my mom." He say to me while sticking his tongue out. I flip him off and follow by.
" good I hope your mom finds out how your treating my brother now get out," I say and push him to the ground.
Everyone else has left, even Andrew. The boy I have pushed had tears in his eyes and dirt on his cheek. He ran inside. What the hell is wrong with me? I cussed at a 10 year old, flipped him off, then pushed him. Seeing that happen to my brother flipped a switch in me. I break down to the ground crying. What have I done. I'm truly a terrible person. I will never forgive myself for this. I walk away. Not to school though. Fuck that, enough has happened and I need to relax. So I go to the mall. I felt the need to, I don't know why.
After about 15 minutes of walking I reach the mall parking lot. I reach my hand into my bag. In my wallet I have $300 saved for pointless shit. Today is my pointless shit day I've been waiting for. Looking down at my nails, I decide to get them done. I've never Actually had them done. I call the place and it's open for an appointment now since not many people are out at this time. I walk in the place and they make me feel welcome.
About an hour and $50 later I had black, almond shaped nails. I liked them and decided maybe I should make today a makeover day.
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Here and Lost
RomanceMelody moves from schools very often. She isn't excepted much for wearing all black and having blue hair. But she meets someone who finally does except her. When she thinks she couldn't get happier, things take a twisted turn very quickly.
