Getting Cool Chpt 2- Get Sleazy

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Song of the chap Sleazy by Kesha. On the side. This totally fits the chapter if you listen closely its not about what you think.

So my day was great haha cinco de mayo partying so lets get this chap up.

Pic of Danny and Zack----------------------------------->

That was way more fun that it should be above haha

---Monday---

“Get up,” Someone said nudging me. 

“Fhudck off,” I said pushing myself further into the covers.

“Get up, you have go,” It was Danny, she pulled the covers off and slapped me with a pillow.

“Go away,” I said pushing myself off the bed. I pulled my oversized shirt down and stumbled out off bed.

“Here,” She said pushing some jeans and a shirt at me. I grabbed it and changed.

When we got downstairs. I ran into my brother.

“ow,” I said while Trey held me up by my sholders. He gave me a crooked smile and looked to danny.

“Morning,” he said before running up the stairs.

“Wow, he’s hot,” Danny said me pulling her into the kitchen.

“Wait, so if he’s hot does that make me hot to,” I said grabbing a juice box and tossing one to Danny.

“Well duh, you just haven’t tapped your potential,” She said taking a sip of juice. Well what the hell is that supposed to mean.

“Whatever lets go or we’re gonna be late,” I said pushing her off the seat.

“Bye Jenn,” Me and Danny shouted running past my Aunt.

“Have fun getting hot,” she shouted before we slammed the door.

[So here’s a bit of an explanation. My mom and dad are dead, it’s really not something that I like to elaborate on but I thought you all should know. So that means that my Aunt is the one taking care of us. She’s a surgeon so she’s not around that often but she’s really cool and laid back. I have a twin brother Trey, he isn’t a nobody like me, he’s popular. Yea, he’s a bit of a player but he’s cool and an awesome brother aside from the protective thing. He thinks because dads not around he has to go a bit overboard but he really hasn’t had much of a problem]

When we got to the salon I winced.

[I apsolutly hate salons, they always want to cut my hair but I guess I should get over it huh]

“Okay, so I think were gonna cut it about here and then add some highlights and lowlights maybe add some layers,” the lady said pushing me into the seat.

“Ohhhhh, that sound a-mazing,” Danny said combing through my hair.

When the lady was done she spun my chair. I have to say I do look a lot better. My hair was just below my sholders and layered really well. It was dirty blond and framed my face well.

***Tuesday***

Me and Danny are currently in the mall getting ‘cool’ clothes.

“So, does this mean that all I wear is black,” I asked a bit confused, I had ten pairs of black skinny jeans. I mean it just didn’t make much since to me.

“No, you can wear other colors like white,” Danny Said pushing some jackets and hoodies into my arms. I frowned.

“Does that even count as a color,” I said following her to the counter.

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