Playing with fire

Chapter one.

What the actual fuck, I look up towards my as the sun heats onto my cold bare skin. Who the fu, "MOTHER" I yelled as my eyes looked at the again. "Yes dear" she called back with her sweet voice, I rolled my eyes placing my feet onto the cold ground. Standing up, barely making it across to my bathroom.

I turned the door handle to the bathroom with the sun still heating my skin up.

Before I could begin my shower, i looked at the ground to think what was missing. "Wait, where's my phone?" I muttered to myself. I looked across my room, running to my bed and shaking the bed sheet hoping I'll hear it smash against the ground. Nothing, fuck. Where the hell is it?

I looked everywhere like a mad man and ran to my mirror, hoping it was peacefully on the white wood charging. I looked down to see nothing, "oh of fucking course" i muttered.

"MOTHER, WHERE IS MY PHONE?" I yelled out to hear her looking into my room moments later. She rolled her green eyes pointing to the floor, I followed her hand where she was pointing. MY PHONE, ITS THERE! I ran over to see if lying dead on the floor.

"Thanks" I said and walked back to my bathroom as I hugged my phone. I heard the door close and started to do what I was doing before. I quickly checked my phone to see 3 messages, 2 new followers on instagram, 4 snap chats and a new friend on facebook Oh, how I'm popular. Ha, no. Their all from the same 3 friends of mine, they like to unfollow me on instagram over and over again. Unfriend me on and add me again to make me feel loved and wanted.

I do have to say, their the weirdest friends but I love them. Their really my only true friends but to be honest, why would I want more friends? 89% of the school are either fake as fuck or fuckbois.

I opened up snapchat and began to smiled to see Sally's snap chat and quickly screenshot it. Sucks for her as her birthday is coming up and everyone will be able to see her noses hairs and rabbit teeth showing. Don't even feel sorry.

Once I finished internet surfing, I looked over to see the time and panicked as it was 7:57am, crap I'm going to be late for school again, why didn't mum wake me up earlier? i didn't have enough time to think, I grabbed my brush and brushed my hair and teeth as fast as I can.

I looked at my phone to check the time again still panicking if i would be able to catch the bus in time. Looking under my time and noticed that it had 'sat'. I quickly rubbed my eyes and looked down again to see if my eyes were just messing with me. Nope, it was really Saturday. I nearly shat myself for nothing, once again.

Rolling my eyes, I turned on the shower and looked throughout my playlist to find 'prayer in the C', clicking on the song. I placed my phone down and walked towards the shower twisting the handle for the water to come. I waited a few moments for the warm water to settle, i placed my hand under the water and felt the warm water cover my hand. I quickly undressed out of my disgusting, sweaty clothing and got under the warm water as the water was dripping onto my cold skin.

20 minutes later, i turned the handle off and stepped out of the shower and reached for my towel than dried myself off still with music blasting throughout the bathroom. I stepped out of the bathroom while the steam escaped, with the towel still covering my body.

I hurried across the other side of my room and opened my closet to find an over-size grey hoodie hanging there. I grabbed the hoodie and threw it on my bed, making my way to my draws to get panties and a bra. Throwing the clothing, i quickly grabbed a pair of leggings as well and walked to my bed. I undressed and started to pull up my leggings, oh the feel of freshly shaved legs rub against the inside of leggings is the touch of a cloud.

I pulled my grey hoodie over my head, i started to jam out with my music. "CRUSH, CRUSH, CRUSH" I sang loudly with Hayley Williams and her ex band paramore. Only if they stayed together. Banging my head side to side, the song came to a end, making a sudden change to the 1975, chocolate. "WE'RE DRESSED IN BLACK FROM HEAD TO TOE WITH GUNS HIDDEN UNDER OUR PETTICOATS" i sang out loud, hoping my mother could hear me. She hates 1975 and it makes me sick, i remember once i was singing their song sex and mum hit my head.