Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (Marilyn Manson) ON HOLD

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"Do you think it was easier or harder, moving to yet another location?"

"Well," I began, shifting in my seat. "It was easier as I knew I would grow accustomed to the new environment quickly, see when I moved to America with Marilyn I didn't know how long it would take before I was comfortable, but it didn't take long at all. However, that being said, it was still very hard because even though it didn't take me long to get used to Dita and the new house, it still took time, no matter how long, and I was still very, very awkward."

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I woke up the next morning due to the warm summer sun shining through the large window decorated with heavy rose vintage curtains. I stretched and appreciated the warmth before looking at the time, 10:24. Dita said we were going out to lunch, but people's versions of lunch time can vary. A lot. To me, lunch time is 13:30, where as Manson's was 15:00, but that was because he got up at stupid o'clock in the afternoon, in my old school it was 12:30 and in this school it's 12:00. As you can see, I had no idea what time she would want to leave so I did the sensible option and got up so I'd be ready for any of those said times.

After I showered I sat in front of my vanity station and got to work on drying and styling my hair. Once I had dried it I began to put gel in it, but noticed some of my white and blonde roots coming through.

"Ew," I said in disgust, frowning. "I need to re-dye my hair... But then again," I looked at it from a different angle and it didn't look so bad. "This could be cute," I said to myself, twisting random strands. "It could be the whole "rustic, effortless, my hair needs redoing but I'm going to act like it's supposed to look like this" style." I was now incoherently mumbling which was good because I'm sure Dita would be worried if she saw me talking to myself about whether my hair looks decent or not. Even though I sort of liked the white and blonde strands coming through and blending with the mint, I still made a mental note to pick up more dye.

Once I had done the lengthy task of hair and makeup I started the even lengthier task of picking an outfit. I had woken up at 3 in the morning for some random reason and decided to unpack everything, which was clever because if I didn't I'd be rushing around like crazy right now. The thing was, do I dress like Dita, or do I dress like Manson? I had both aspects of their style in mine, but my style was literally, if I like it, I will wear it. I looked out the window and it looked scorching. Great. I thought it was difficult trying to maintain pale skin in Britain, let alone America. Better find some 50+ sunblock. Right, so it was hot, so that meant wearing a dress or shorts. As much as I love my skinny jeans, I don't want my legs to feel like they're being barbecued.

I went into the dress section of my walk in wardrobe. I had so many clothes now compared to before, it made me feel so happy. I pushed hangers to the side until I found one I liked. It was a simple white sleeveless, knee length skater dress with a black hem, waist band and polka dots. I paired it with some black platform sandals and a pair of my new favourite cat eye sunglasses. They had a gold bridge of I complimented that by wearing a subtle gold bow bracelet.

Now I had my outfit sorted it had gotten to 11:39. I checked my phone and replied to some messages before going downstairs to see Dita blending something green up in the blender. To be honest it looked like puke but it was probably really healthy.

"Hey," I said to her once she'd turned the blender off so she could hear me.

"Hi love, did you sleep well?" She was so nice oh my god.

"Yeah, actually, better than I have in ages." I skipped out the part of me not breathing again but if she doesn't know, it can't hurt her, right? "Can I ask what that is?" I asked, pointing to the fluorescent green liquid.