The life of an undead cheerleader

Unbroken

I don't know when I woke up this morning, but I'll tell you what; it was fucking bright outside; I felt like it might have burned me into ashes like I was a vampire. Thank god I'm not. Right?

I get up and walk out of the cave and look at my elbow, which I now know is way more crooked than it should be. This elbow is going to make my mission more difficult. 

As I leave the cave, I stare out into the open and see cars pass by. Can they see me? I hope not. I would hate to let people see me look like, oh wait, does it matter? I'm dead anyway. As I leave the wooded area, I notice I'm by an elementary school. It's Westend Elementary. Every kid that lives here in the grades kindergarten to 5th grade goes there. I feel sorry for the parents who live so far away. There's only one school bus here, and it's for high school Sports. Every parent drives their kids to school mainly because it's a law here. A stupid rule, but it is how it is.

As I look around the streets, I see kids staring at me, horrified in all directions. Is it the pale complexion? Or maybe the blackish blood running down my arm?.....yea, it's defiantly the complexion. Perhaps I should run to the Walgreens down the street and get some makeup to cover this disgrace of a face... one issue I have no money for any of it.

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I sneak in slowly, not to gain any attention. If I want to do this, it needs to be quick and sly, not get caught. Yes, I'm stealing makeup; I'm fucking broke, ok...? Remember dead. Don't judge me for my bad choices. I have to do what I have to do.

as I work my way around the store, I notice the mirrors in the back. "Fuck I don't remember these being here.  You can do this, Faith." I pick up some powder and look at it like I'm interested in it to check for security devices. As I bend down to pick up a thing of eyeliner, I slide it into my bra. So far, so good. I do the same thing with the foundation, some mascara, and eye shadow. I stand up to go to the restroom as a man approaches me, noticing it's Jake. The top defenseman of the football team. He's defiantly the hottest man in school. I was never the person he came to talk to except when he needed school work done. Yes, unlike the stereotypical cheerleader, I was in all ap classes. Sometimes it worked out in my favor, like now.

"Hey, you look like the dead chick faith...are you her twin?" can I add he is also the dumbest kid in school. Legit, he's got a .2 GPA...

"Um, yea, my name is..uhh.." I look around at different products like Harley Davison helmets for bikes there. My name. "I'm Harley..." he smiles and nods.

"Sweet name, brah." what is he a surfer dude now? Jesus Christ, he's a dumb fuck. "well, I'm jake. I'm sorry about your sister. Can I help you with something....." he stops for a moment and looks at me. I guess he's blind because what he said next was the craziest shit I've heard ever come out of his mouth because of my current situation "you're like... boiling..." if I weren't so focused on my goal, I'd roll my eyes. 

"thanks"

He continues to try and flatter me as I'm trying to walk out of the store.