GREY [on hold]

Him

REMMINGTON'S POV (point of view)

DAMN IT. GAHH." My whispered tone sharpened even though there was no soul around to here me. I wiped away the black liquid from my eyelash line for the eighth time.

"what does a girl gotta do to get a simple wing..." I mumbled and fussed to myself as I tried to redo my winged eyeliner again. I finally managed to do a good job, both sides looked a little uneven compared to each other.

"Eh, no one will notice." I shrugged off the imperfection.

I grabbed the bottle of shiny pink goo and smeared it onto my lips. I knew the lipgloss would only last about an hour, but I put it on anyway. I admired my lips. About the only feature on my face I loved. They were the perfect symmetrical shape. Plump and pursed; with a perfect Cupid's bow.

I looked up at the rest of my face in my small hand held mirror I used every morning. I critiqued and judged my image subconsciously, like my usual morning consisted of.

I put down the mirror and checked my phone to see the time, "CRAP," I scolded myself, it's was 6:40 am and I had to leave at 7:00.

I clutched my hair brush and uneasily and carelessly dragged it through my long straight golden hair that fell to my hips.

I grabbed my phone and jumped over to my closet where I set out an outfit the night before in preparation. Usually, I don't do this, I am usually spending half an hour scrummaging through my closet floor grunted at my limited wardrobe. But luckily, I thought ahead last night.

I slipped on the cotton white t-shirt that hung loosely on my body. It had a v-neck that complimented my collarbones and a cute little breast pocket that me, nor any other girl, would ever use.

Wiggling back and forth, I pulled my high waisted black jeans up onto my hips.

I wasn't super skinny or tiny, I had no thigh gap, and no perfectly flat stomach. I had hips. And curves. And a butt. which I sometimes despised. My stomach wasn't perfectly flat, but I was fit. I had a small waist but somewhat big thighs. And I didn't have big boobs.

I stood in front of my full length mirror which said "SMILE:)" in cursive written in white window marker. I cringed at my figure which some people envied.

I shook out of my judgment and jumped into the door way out of my room with my earphones, phone, and backpack in hand. Serveying my room incase I had forgotten something.

Tumbling down the stairs of the second story of my house, I hummed "Cheerleader" by OMI. which I had been listening to the previous night.

I slid into the ajar door into my mom's room who was still asleep.

"Mom.." I whispered.

No response.

"Mom!" I whispered a little louder.

No response.

"Mommmm!" I hummed. Walking towards the bed.

No response.

I saw one of her feet sticking out of the end of the bed. I took the opportunity and lightly dragged my black painted finger nail across the bottom of her foot.

She wiggled and grunted in response, "leaving all ready..?" She managed.

"Yeah mom," I chuckled and rolled my eyes even though her face was buried and couldn't see me.

"Alright, I'll pick you up from school?"

"Yes please," I danced towards the door.

"Okay, see you then, dork." She deeply chuckled.