Ugh my head. The sound of my alarm clock made me want to shoot everyone around. I hit the alarm button and rolled over. But the warmth of my comforter made me want to stay in even longer. My mother pounded on the door to make sure I was awake.
I squeezed into my jeans and pulled on my black V-Neck. I looked myself over in the mirror, not too proud of the way I let myself let go. My DC's slid on easily as I walked out the door to my car. It was nothing too fancy, just a white Neon.
My music blared for roughly ten minutes before I made it too school. I turned off the engine and climbed out of my car and slammed the door. The kids stared at me. They always do. You'd say I'm one of those "weird" kids. I slept through most of my classes, up until lunch. I sneaked out to my car like I always do.
As I sat listening to my music, a man came out of the school, followed by my mother and the principle. It wasn't unusual to see my mother at the school, however I've never seen the man before. He wore black jeans, with a grey hoodie. His blonde unruly hair shone brightly in the sun. He looked towards me, and smirked. His green eyes scanned my car and the mess inside. He strut over, as if he and I were long lost friends or something.
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Russian Roulette
ChickLitHis sculpted body with his anger streak allows anything to happen. Her reluctance just might ruin all his plans.