I'm Not Your Type

I groaned as my alarm clock rang for the 3rd time this morning. Realisation hit me when I realized today is the day I will be driving to San Francisco for 6-8 hours depending on traffic.

I slid my thumb over the 'slide to unlock' arrow and tapped one of the many well-known apps that I have came to be obsessed with.

I scrolled through a bunch of pictures. Some posted by my friends, some by a few tumblr hipster accounts that I must have accidently followed, and some from celebrities.

Absentmindedly, I liked all the photos I scrolled through. After I finished with that, which was about 30 minutes on a Saturday morning, I went on Twitter and Vine, doing the same thing I did on Instagram.

I groaned once again as I heard my mom calling for me. I love her, but sometimes moms could be somewhat annoying at times. I guess thats how all moms are, right?

I slipped on my bunny slippers and sloppily put my pink purplish hair into a messy bun. Like most people, I don't care about my hair in the morning. Me being a weird 18 year old, I hopped down the stairs and walked into the kitchen, greeting my parents.

"Hi sweets, you ready for today? Your dad and I wish you good luck." My mom says and gives me a sad smile. My dad wrapped his arms around me and I took a whiff of his cologne, which I would not be smelling untill I visit for the holidays.

"Yep! Ready as I'll ever be." I replied too happily and excitedly. Truth is, I've always wanted to get out of Los Angeles. San Francisco isn't far from here, but at least it's hours away from my ex boyfriends who probably decided not to go to college and probably joined a gang.

I laughed at the thought and digged into my pancakes. Once the pancake square I cut came in contact with my tongue I moaned in delight. These are actually the best pancakes my mom ever made. "Mom! I congratulate you on making the best pancakes ever made." I say with a chuckle. She sighs in relief and looks at dad.

"Good, I thought you wouldn't like it." I roll my eyes and finish the rest of my pancakes. When I get up to go put my dishes away, my phone rings. I groan when I look at the caller i.d and slump my shoulders.

I relunctantly answer it and put away my dishes while the phone is inbetween the crook of my neck and my ear.

"Hello?" I ask him. He breathes a sigh of relief and takes in a deep breath. "Leda! I'm so sorry. Please take me back. P-please!" You see. My ex boyfriend-Danny- was caught cheating with the school slut. Since then, I cut my hair, dyed it, and got a nose piercing.

"That's great." I sigh in annoyance as I end the phone call. "Was that Danny again?" I nod my head and rush upstairs. My parents weren't too fond of him in the first place. He was somewhat mean to my parents and I never noticed until now.

Once again, I hop up each step and slide down the hall to my bedroom. Since I already had all my things packed, I decided to watch Jenna Marbles. I think she's very funny and her videos are hilarious.

People may think that I'm not the kind to like pop music, and they think I like rock or some other type of music. But really, I love pop. I also love hit songs. For example- The Way, Same Love, Here's To Never Growing Up, and excetera.

I watched as the blonde talks about ways to live life on the edge. This girl is funny. My bestfriend-or one of my closest friends- and I love to watch Youtube videos together. We do a lot of things together. Since we have the same taste, we share clothes, watch movies, hang out, and do stuff every pair of bestfriends do with each other.

Her name is Kristy and has the same color hair as me. We both took that risk and died our hair together. I like it. It's a new change for me, I guess.