Chapter 2

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I wake to the sound of a jack hammer

"Fucking builders" I mumble, as I throw back blankets and instantly regretting, it's so cold.

 I wrap my Nightmare Before Christmas throw rug around myself and stumble to my wardrobe. I open the doors and pull out my school uniform and place it on my bed. I look down at the plaid green and red skirt, I swear its like a Christmas train wreck.

I get changed, brag my straightener and make up bag and groggily make my way to the bathroom.

I plug my iPod into the stereo in the kitchen, my house is weird, the kitchen is basically connected to the bathroom, i turn the volume up and press play. Mad Rad Hair by Blood On The Dance Floor blast through the speakers. I check the kitchen for note from mum, and sure enough there a note on the fridge, scrawled across the paper in mums hand writing is 'Dear Boo, Don't get into trouble...... If you can help it. I'll be home in two days. Lots of love Mum xox'

Mum knows me too well

30 minutes later I'm primped and ready for school. I grab my school bag and put on my Blood On The Dance Floor hoodie and begin my journey to hell (School in other words)

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