The rest of the day proceeded as normal. After the last bell, I gathered my things: complete with my earbuds being stuffed in my ears to ignore the roar of other students in the hallway. I began walking out of the building and back to my home: content with Conan Gray's lozengeous vocals filling my ears and melting my tension away simultaneously.
After a couple hours of adding some finishing touches to my honors art project, I set my small detailing brush down in a water bath in its designated cup. And then, I shook the excess water off my hands. I put my phone on the charger, as usual, making sure my alarm was set for tomorrow to loudly play: "presto", before flopping my head on my pillow and snuggling my comforter under my chin to sleep.
Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping.....Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping!
"Ughhhhhh! Shut up..!" I groan out, covering my ears and waiting for, what I assume: to be my little brother's alarm to shut off. But when it doesn't, I finally open my eyes.
This....isn't my room..?
Ah. Probably was laid last night... 'Gotta get outta here, luckily she seems out: would've been awkward...
I pull the disgustingly-girlish, white, fluffy comforter off of me, and slide out of bed. I rub my eyes awake, before looking downwards at the floor to find my clothes when I see my feminine toes, small, and painted a bright, shimmery red: probably for christmas..
But that isn't the point, Harv's.
You don't have freakishly small toes..
And they're definitely not painted jolly red.
