I force my eyelids to keep open, as I pry myself out of my bed. I wearily walk to my closet, taking out my work uniform and slipping it on. I apply some light makeup to my dreaded morning eyes, and some light lipgloss. I fix my bed head into a nice hairstyle. I smile lightly at myself in the mirror, approving of how I look, even though I've never thought I was ever the slightest bit pretty. Considering all the heavy foundation and consealer I had to use to cover up the bruises and marks my cruel father had left me with. Satisfied enough, I head out the door and downstairs only to find my dad laying his arse down on the couch scrolling down the channels on the flat screen.
"I'm going to work." I stated. "Whatever." he replied hastily. Ugh, someone's a grumpy pants today. I rolled my eyes in my mind at his hasty comment, knowing if I really had, he would've left a huge red mark across my face, and god knows I could lose some of those. I grab my bag and swiftly move out the front door, heading to my car. I open the car door, and slide into the drivers seat, turning the key into the engine roaring my car to life. My right hand brushes the steering wheel, while my left goes to switch on the radio. One of my favorite songs came on, Fall For You, by Secondhand Serenade. I start to sing along with the music as I turn it up a little louder.
'Tonight will be the night, that I will fall for you, over again, don't make me change my mind, I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true, because a girl like you is impossible to find, you're impossible to find.'
While other songs played quietly on the radio, I finally had reached Starbucks. I curve into my usual parking spot, and turn the key in the engine, hearing the engine puff, as it shuts off. I sigh heavily, dreaming about the curly haired boy with the cute Irresistable dimples has made a loss of sleep the past couple of weeks I've been having dreams about him. It's like there's a sign, and I'm just missing it.
