Okay so....I don't know how I feel about this....But oh well
ENOUGH CHIT-CHAT! Here you are my lovlies.
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-Annabella-
Every morning seemed to start off the same way:
Wake up, turn off the alarm clock, groan and moan, get out of bed, take a shower, eat, get ready for school.
It seemed that I did all of that with the same not caring attitude. Even if today was supposedly different, evidently the first day of your sophomore year didn't change that.
"Annabella! You're gonna be late if you don't get up." My mom yelled from the foot of the stairs forcing me to get out of bed.
I threw the covers off of me and mad my way across the hall into the bathroom to take a long hot shower to wake me up. Lathering my skin in a vanilla scented body scrub I vigorously until I felt clean enough. Grabbing a bar of olive oil soap I stuck my head under the constant spray of water and washed my hair. You're probably thinking 'why is she washing her hair with a bar of soap?' but trust me when I say that it works better then normal shampoo.
"Anna! You've got 20 minutes, hurry up or you're going to go to school without eating again." She meant well, but she didn't understand that I didn't want to eat, sleep, or do anything really unless....It didn't even matter why I didn't want to do those things. School was going to suck but I was determined to not be the crazy out going girl that I was last year. I was going to be that loner/emo chick because that's how I felt.
Jumping out of the shower I wrapped myself in a black towel and quickly blow dried my hair I ran my straightener over it. Looking in the mirror I was happy enough with my apperance. Putting on a little bit of mascara and eye liner I was almost ready.
I had painted my nails black the night before so that I matched my outfit. Slipping on fishnet stockings and a mini skirt I eyed the two shirts laying on my black comforter. One was a band tee for the Black Veil Brides and the other was a half shirt that showed my navel and hung off one shoulder. Did I mention that every I wore was black?
"Hmm, what to choose what to choose....Slutty or average?" I talked to myself out loud quite a lot lately, more then I used to. "Slutty, it'll match the skirt." Chuckling I slid on the skimpy top and a pair of black ankle boots that were decorated with studs. I didn't bother with a bra, I had average C cups but I hated wearing underthings of any kind.
Heading down stairs I grabbed my bag from the foyer-ish area along with my matching shades. Stepping into the kitchen I ignored my mom's look of disapproval. "Mornin' mum."
"Good morning, Annabella. Tell me this...Where exactly are you going dressed like that?" She sat down her coffee mug on the counter and held out a piece of toast to me.
"School, mum." I answered numbly as I ignored her outstretched hand and the piece of toast in her grasp. "I'm not hungry....I gotta go, see you later." Pulling my car keys from my bag I headed to the garage.
"I love you." Mum's voiced followed me all the way to my car. Hopping in I started my mustang and zipped out into the street.
Blasting rave music all the way there I was a tad excited to see everyone's reaction to the new me...Would they even recognize me? No, no, no. That didn't matter anymore. Shaking my head I pulled into the student parking lot of my beloved school, note the sarcasm please.
Sanderson High School. Home of the Spartans.
Parking spot 101, the temporary every day home to my black beauty. "Well, here we go." Shutting my car off I grabbed my purse like bag and stepped out. Slamming the door and locking it with a beep I made my way towards to crowd of students outside the front doors.
