Secrets (h.s)

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the same vibrations and high pitched sirens blared from my white iPhone sitting on the windowsill, still plugged into the charger. i groaned and rolled over clicking the snooze button. i didn't want to get up, but who honestly wants to get up this fucking early?

i scratched at the annoying healing scars on my arm, and slowly opened my eyes, only to be greeted by more darkness. i batted my big green eyes a couple of times and reached over to the fully charged device. i clicked it on and immediately shut my eyes, because they were not used to the brightness.

i slowly opened them, and looked at the slightly blurry clock. 4:00 in the morning. "great," i thought, remembering the day of college ahead.  I hated college and wanted nothing more than to drop out and travel. I mean, all I learn is how much I really hate people.

i slowly propped myself up and sat there for a couple minutes looking around and contemplating further waking up.

i knew if i didn't get up now, my father would wake me up and take me anyway, bitching the whole time about how much of a fuck up I am, and I'd rather not have to deal with that.

I still lived with my dad and 17 year old brother, despite my being 18 and being a freshman in college. I just didn't have the money to afford a flat at the moment although I was saving up and counting the days until I could leave.

i swung my pale legs over the side of the all black bed and touched the rough carpet below. i brought curvy body up, and started towards my door.

I opened it with a few creaks and trudged out into the cold living room. i was careful to step over the broken beer bottles and pieces of things that weren't recognizable.

i swung open the heavy metal back door and pulled out my lighter and stolen ciggarette. i lit it up and felt the nicotine run through my malnourished body as i closed my eyes and blew out the grey toxins. i looked into the dark sky, the bitter air nipping at my thin skin.

after i finished i attempted to throw the butt out into the yard but didn't get the Marlboro too far.

i slinked back into the damned house, regretting getting up. i changed into my usual black clothing. i wore black leggings, and baggy black knit sweater, and black toms. i smiled, liking this outfit. i caught a glimpse of myself in my mirror, my smile melting off my pale face.

I wasn't fat but I wasn't skinny. I had a very curvaceous body, and wide hips with a round bum. I had a tiny gap in between my legs and a medium bust. Everyone says they wish they had my body, but I just can never find a nice pair of jeans. And I love jeans. I didn't really hate my body but I didn't love it either.

i went to my vanity and put on powder to cover up the lack of sleep under my eyes. a little mascara and eyebrow powder and im ready to go, makeup wise. i look at my mess of long, brown hair, and throw it up into a high ponytail.

i grab my backpack, school i.d, and house keys and am ready to go to school by 6:25, when the city bus comes. im at the bus stop with the other gorgeous blondes on time.

the bus whirls up loudly and as i step on i look down, afraid of unwanted attention. once i reach the back i look up at my normally empty seat, except it wasn't empty. there was a beautiful black haired girl with lots of eyeliner and all black clothes staring back at me with wide brown eyes.

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