Chapter 4 Welcome Back To Hell

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I wake to the annoying sound of the alarm on my iPhone. I click dismiss and walk to my bathroom. I turn the shower on and let the water heat up before I get in. The warm water tickled my skin as I get my loofa and put a big squeeze of strawberries and cream body wash on it. I scrub my body clean  and turn off the taps. A cold shiver runs down my spine as I get a shock from the cold air. Ahh, who doesn't love winter? You get to snuggle up in bed and stay inside watching Netflix. To me that sounds like heaven. I decide to wear a white pair of skinny jeans with a navy blue blouse, a white denim jacket and white converse. I blow dry my brown hair and put it in a perfect bun to the left side with my side fringe out and curled. I did a basic make up application of foundation, mascara, a little lipstick and lip gloss. I walked into my room and looked in my full length mirror. Something's missing. I go to my dresser and grab a simple silver necklace with an R on it, that kind of looks good. I walk to my walk in wardrobe and grab a small side purse and put my phone, lip gloss, keys and money in it. I slide down the staircase railing all the way to the bottom. My mum is there holding a cup of coffee looking at me like I was an animal. I wink at my mum and run into the kitchen and grab a banana, a tub of yoghurt and a muesli bar.
I ran out the door only stopping to kiss my mum on the way out. "Your outfit..." And I miss the rest because I run out the door. Dahh, I already know my outfit looks good. I jump into the front seat of my cute Volkswagen beetle. My phone beeps. Hey, could you pick me up? Car won't start and bus went pass Sam XX
Pitstop! I drive over to Samantha's house and pick her up. "Hey, what up with the outfit? It doesn't make sense." I look at my self. "Well I think I look fine thanks" she rolls her eyes and mouths what eva. I look at her outfit. A pair of nice Black vans, black leggings, black crop top and a long grey knitted jacket. Her hair was in its normal sharp  black bob with a different colour each time, today's is red. She also has basic make up. "You look nice and my outfit at lease goes together, you know I can't tell fashion from mud." She looks at me with a smile. "It's your style not mine and don't let people judge you." I smile back and start driving towards school.
I sigh as it comes into view welcome back to hell! I look at Samantha quickly and looks like she just said the same thing to her self. I'm not looking forward to this semester.

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