Those Lips

My POV: School

I was looking through my closet for an outfit for my first day of school. It was important to make friends fur me. I am not a loner. At all, bit I'm not happy, either, so I fit into an odd group of social emos which is was to hard to find, so I pretend to be happy, and most of the time, it works. It starts with the outfit. I flick through it. No. No. No. Maybe. I pull that one. It's a cute grey skater skirt with, do I walk over and grab my light pink shirt wish a lace arms. No. To much. I walk back to my closet. No. No. No. No. Maybe. I pulled out a shirt with a white anchor on it. The shirt itself was blue and grey. It looked knitted, and I also pulled out a pair of white shorts and don't black Convers. No. I'll wear my black vans with my favorite tank top. It's pink with a crossed back and a setting sun and triangle printed on. (There's a picture on the side of top of your device) with a pair of black mini shorts that barely covered my ass. Perfect. I went to do my hair. For my hair I put in a ponytail and slightly curled it, then, wrapped a piece of the straight hair around the rubber band that held my ponytail. (Also a picture) after I did my hair and makeup, I went back to my room to put on my outfit. I smiled in the mirror. "So fake" I said through my teeth.

And that's when my brother knocked on the door and scared the crap out of me. "Hey, you need a ride?"

"Yeah. When are we leaving?"

"As soon as your ready."

"Okay. I'll be right out. Go start the car."

"K."

When he left, I grabbed my backpack, popped four ibuprofen into my mouth and drank some water. Made sure I had everything I needed, grabbed my purse, and headed out the door, but not without mom screaming at me with her drunken ass sprawled a crossed the couch. I just ignored her and hopped into the car with Brandon and Elizabeth. He was taking her to school before us. I took a deep breathe, and Brandon started to drive. I was so nervous.