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Chapter 3

Alexa Ames ~ 1 week later

It was the first day of school for me, I felt like this was a bad idea but my grades were going downhill faster than I could imagine, plus my family is extremely broke... I really need to act sooner or later.

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Morning

I leaped out the shower and scrambled to my wardrobe, pulling out a paint splattered tank with the sentence 'I'm a mess' written vertically across it in bold white caps.

Then I pulled out some skin tight grey jeggings along with a black medium sleeved blazer, then once they were on the bed, I rummaged through the bottom section of my wardrobe for some stylish ankle boots.

After a few lengthy minutes, I found some velvet buckled ankle boots. They were my cousin's, she had given me them before she moved away as a gift of memory.

I shut my wardrobe doors and plucked a lace bra off the dresser and totally different boxers from the inside of my chest of drawers.

Like a normal person, I pulled them all on. After that, I walked to my dresser and posed in the mirror, before my phone screamed.

I broke my bikini-model pose and slacked off to my bed, pulling my phone out under the pillow and attending it.

"Hello, Alex speaking" I whiffed through the middle of the sentence, the smell of burnt toast from the kitchen was clogging my nose.

"Hey Al, you're coming to school right?" The familiarly pathetic voice asked.

I pulled the phone from my ear and jammed my thumb on the disconnect button.

He called again, but I pressed decline instantly, this went on for, I don't know... three minutes?

It was Flash, the dude I dated months back. He was a pure mistake.

He just used me to show off, always rubbing it into his exes face's that he had a new GF, me.

Not saying that i'm pretty or anything, I guarantee you i'm on the world's 'Most Ugliest Girls' top 10.

Maybe I'm taking it too far, okay chill.

So, that burnt toast smell again.

I snapped out my thoughts and dug my phone in my blazer pocket, dashing quickly over to my dresser and grabbing the leather punk bracelets and slipping them on before darting downstairs to the kitchen, where my father would probably be burning toast.

I skipped down the stairs and casually walked to the kitchen, I backed up when a huge cloud of smoke came rushing at me, I got down trying to avoid getting anything unwanted on my clothes.

I stood up once I got inside the kitchen, even though there was still clouds of smoke, but who cares?

I squinted and walked to the spot I knew quite well, the toaster.

I flapped my hand in the air and cleared the smoke in the area, then when I saw the off switch, I slammed it and pulled out the toast from the toaster, aiming at the blurry bin and throwing it. The sound of the rock solid toast banging inside the bin signified me, so then I turned back around and unplugged the toasted, walking to the garden door and chucking it onto the patio.

"ALEX WHAT DID YOU DO!" My brother came running inside while zipping up his flyer.

"Are you responsible for.." I gestured at all the smoke.