They Do Exist

They Do Exist (2)

Chapter two:Strange –Tokio Hotel.

Charlotee, NC.

Layla’s POV:

I awoke to my alarm going off.I blinked back the sunlight, but groaned before getting up.My head hurt and I felt dizzy.What else is new?

I regrettably glanced in the mirror as I entered my bathroom.The wide mirror gazed back, showing black around my eyes and my face blotchy.Great.I look like a Raccoon or something.

I trudged toward the shower before turning the handles and peeling off my clothes.I threw them to the tile floor before grabbing a towel and hanging it over the shower door.

I lathered, rinsed, but didn’t repeat.I don’t see why you should wash your hair twice.To me, it’s just a way of you using up all your shampoo and having to pay more for it.It’s just a manipulative tactic of the hair company.

I got out and ran the towel through my hair before picking out undies and clothes.

I grabbed my skinny jeans and converses before putting on a plaid shirt and a dark gray hoodie.

I brushed out my hair, since it was naturally pretty curly.Not frizzy, but wavy/curly.Like ringlets.

I had dark brown hair with bright, light blue eyes.

I didn’t consider myself pretty, because I had big pointy-ish ears.People use to call me dumbo in grade school.Like the elephant.But as long as my hair was down, it covered it.

I sat down in my closet, where I laid a mirror against the wall and started fixing my makeup.

My face didn’t get sun for some reason.So it was sometimes a slightly paler color than the rest of me, therefore I used foundation.It helped with tiny acne scars as well.Hey, I’m not perfect.I’m a teenager with budding acne just like everyone else.

I used concealer to cover up certain blemishes and applied blush.Then I applied a layer of eyeliner, curled my eyelashes and covered them with mascara.

Done.

I took a deep breath before slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

Yayyy….school.

My parents were asleep still.My school started way before my dad got up for work at 7:30.

I grabbed the keys and got into my tiny Honda Civic as I backed up and drove out of my drive way, then my neighborhood.

I hated school.More than anything.All the girls were sluts with air in their heads, and all the boys were jocks that buzz cut their hair and acted like retards.Literally.They had no intelligence.