"Mia," my mother screamed out to me, waking me from my slumber. "Mia, get your ass down here now."
Grumbling, I crawled out of my cocoon of blankets, shivering when my bare feet hit the ground. Stretching and scratching my nest of curls, I yawned as I walked towards the bathroom. Although, awkwardly, I didn't see my shut door through my half closed eyes. The result? My face hit the wooden slab and I started to get a nose bleed. It actually hurt quite a bit.
Holding my nose and tipping my head down, I opened my door and walked out into the hallway. Straight into my mother. "About time-" she started to scold me, stopping when her eyes landed on me. "Jesus, Mia," she sighed. "What happened?"
Pushing my eyes up but keeping my head down, I began to explain my story. "I was on my way to the bathroom, but didn't know that my door was closed. I walked straight into it," I told her. Casting my eyes up again, I saw the smile that was spreading across my mother's face.
"Are you, um," my mother coughed to cover her laugh. "Are you okay?"
Glaring at her, I allowed the expression to fail due to the fact that my eyes were starting to strain from the uncomfortable look. "I'm fine," I snarled, barging past my mum. I finally reached the bathroom and closed it, locking it as I grabbed a handful of toilet paper.
Pressing the softness to my nose, I tried to stop it from bleeding. Truth be told, I really hated the sight of blood. Like, really hated it. My stomach would grow weak and my throat would fill with bile if I even saw it on the television. It is much worse if I see it in real life.
Pulling the paper away from my nostrils, I threw it down the toilet and checked for any sign of blood. There was none left. Sighing, I turned on the shower taps and slid out of my pyjamas. When the water spat out the heat I wanted, I jumped into the shower and felt the many droplets pelt down onto my naked skin.
Tipping some shampoo onto my hand, I rubbed it into my messy curls and felt them soften instantly. When I was done with the shampoo, I continued with the conditioner. I rubbed it into my scalp and felt it smoothen down my ball of curls.
A song popped into my head and I started dancing around in the cubicle, belting out the lyrics. When I was closing in on the end, I felt a soapy substance run down my face and enter my eyeball. "No!" I screamed, reaching for the towel I had thrown over the shower door. When I couldn't feel the soft fabric, I realised that I hadn't put mine over the door. "Usted pequeño mierda," I cursed, opening the shower door and reaching for the towel rack. Scooping up a random towel, I wiped the soap from my eyes. I leant back into the shower and finished my hair, trying to shy away from another hurtful mishap.
Finishing up with my shower, I got out and wrapped the towel around myself, getting dry enough to head back into my bedroom and get a change of clothes. Once I was of decent dryness, I opened the door and tiptoed back down the hall and into my room.
Looking at the calendar on my wall, I saw that it was out-of-uniform day. Giving an internal 'yippee', I headed to my wardrobe and searched for clothes to wear. What to wear? What to wear...?
Spotting the perfect ensemble, I grabbed out my black denim high waisted shorts and my white long sleeved, button up blouse.
Slipping on my black and red playboy brassiere, I chucked on a white crop top, throwing my blouse on over it. I then slipped on my shorts, tucking my shirt into the pants. Walking over to my mirror, I glanced at myself.
My wet curls dropped down my shoulders, my slim figure going good with the outfit. The black shorts showed off my long tanned legs, the see-through blouse showing off my white crop top underneath, my tanned stomach showing through the whiteness of everything.
When I was sure I was dressed, I took off to the bathroom and grabbed a blow dryer and hairbrush, ready to work on my tangle of curls. Once my mane was managed, I applied my makeup. The cover consisted only of red lipstick, eyeliner, mascara and foundation.
Running back to my room, I grabbed my bag and phone and jogged downstairs to the kitchen. "I'll see you after school," I said to my mum.
"What about breakfast?" she asked scoldingly.
"I'll grab something on the way," I promised.
My mother huffed and handed me money. "Buy some breakfast. I mean it," she scowled at me.
"Promise," I swore.
Mum's face straightened out, knowing that I did keep my promises. "Have a good day, baby," she said, kissing my cheek. Smiling at her, I ran off and out the door, heading to a small cafe to get my breakfast. Once that was taken care of, I chomped on my bagel and sipped at my coffee as I headed to school.
Half way there, I noticed a boy staring at me from across the road. I looked at him questioningly, but he only stared. I kept walking, but turned to face him again after a few foot steps. However, he was gone.
Shaking my head, I walked along. When I was almost at school, I felt my head start to hurt as a forming headache appeared. I tried to blink it away, but it was here to stay. This time, it brought pictures. Pictures of that mysterious boy who had been staring at me.
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'Usted pequeño mierda' means 'You little shit' in Spanish.
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