Savior ↠ Nash G.

SCHOOL SUCKS ~ 6/7/14

I woke up with a killer headache, and I groaned. I stood up, and flinched when my floor was so cold. I walked towards my dresser, and put on some socks. I smiled, and walked over to my closet that was filled with only a few dresses, and long sleeved shirts. I pulled out a random (rare) short sleeved gray shirt, and went back to my dresser, and grabbed a pair of black leggings. I took off my tank top, and saw in the long length mirror, my body. I twirled around slowly keeping my gaze on my own reflection.

I bit the inside of my cheek, and sucked in my breath moving in my stomach, and revealing my ribs. I gasped, and fell onto my bed. I laid on my bed with only my bra on recovering from the terrible sight. I rubbed my eyes from tiredness, and sat up. I grabbed my gray shirt, and slipped it over my head, and over my flat chest. I stood up, and put each of my legs one at a time inside my black leggings. I leaned down to pull out my maroon converse from under my bed, and slipped them on my small feet.

I untied my hair from my messy pony tail from my sleep, and combed through my golden colored hair, and let it fall gracefully around my shoulders like a cape. I looked in the mirror, and widened my eyes seeing a thigh gap showing. I looked down at my leggings, and it was true. I felt a tiny bit good about myself. I went around my room collecting my school stuff and putting them all inside my black jansport book bag.

I looked in the mirror once again just looking at my long body, and at my long legs. I twisted my body to see my flat butt. I remember being all chunky in all the wrong places, I still am, but I was worse before. I stood straight in the mirror, and I slowly lifted up my face to see my own reflection. I took in the sight of my face that looked as if it were slowly dying. My eyes had bags under them, and I sighed. My lips were so chapped, and I groaned. My cheeks were slowly getting shaped that you could see my cheek bones, and I wasn't so sure I liked how I looked. I was still fat.

I quickly ran down the hall to the bathroom to fix the whole mess happening in my face. I opened the mirror to see the cabinet, and pulled out someone's makeup. I'll just borrow a little bit, before putting make up on, I washed my face, and brushed my teeth. Once my teeth were shining I smiled. I patted down some makeup around my bags, not knowing what I really was doing. I took out my chap stick from my pocket, and slid it over my lips. 

Once I was done adjusting the make up to fix how sad I looked I walked back into my room. I grabbed a jean jacket and put that on, and grabbed my book bag. I walked outside my room. I never go outside of my room. Only for school, and when I am forced to eat, and to use the bathroom. I hopped down the long flight of stairs to be greeted with the boys I have to walk to school with.

"Can we go now?" I asked lightly.

"No, we're waiting on your boyfriend," some kid replied making my body get some insane amount of heat overcoming it. I took a step back shocked at how hot I got all of a sudden, "stop blushing, christ." I looked at him weirdly. Was that what it was?

"Oh, um, he's not my boyfriend." The heat soon passed away from my face. I sighed in relief that it was over.

"Yeah, sure." He said not believing me. I wouldn't believe myself either. Eric goes around saying how we are perfect for each other, but then again goes around kissing other girls. Boys are confusing. My phone lit up, and I looked down at it.

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@NashGrier: you better have a damn good day today

I smiled, and retweeted it. I put my phone in my pocket, and Eric was taking too long.

"I'm leaving, he takes longer than a girl."

"You can't."

"Watch me." I opened the big wooden door, and walked out with a fresh breeze of air hitting me in the face. I smirked at all of the shocked faces looking at me, and closed the door. I walked down the streets. Who needs them?