Beep, Beep, Beep
Fuck is it 6 am already? I roll over, squinting in the semi-darkness. No more late night Google Plus scrolling, I swear this time. I reach my arm out, randomly fumbling around, searching for my phone. I groan when I knock it off the table hoping to gods this isn't the time my indestructible phone decides to break. Reaching down, I push my covers back and swing my legs over the side of my bed, so I'm in a sort of hunched sitting position. SHIT. It's fucking cold as penguin balls. Stretching backwards, I feel my boobs straining in my shirt. I would kill for smaller boobs. I grab my phone off the floor, wiping some lint off the screen. No cracks. Thankfully my phone is as hard headed as me. I turn the alarm off and stand up, looking around sleepily. Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding. Holy shit do my friends ever sleep?! I grab my phone and turn it on glaring at the lock screen. 76 fucking messages. How are these assholes even conscious enough to type. Can't they just wait till we get to school to talk? I throw my phone back on my bed and shuffle to my drawers. Tossing underwear and a bra on my bed, I grab a random inside out shirt, a pair of jeans and some fuzzy socks. I walk to the bathroom and jump in the shower, washing all the tiredness off my body. And by that I mean just standing under the warm spray and trying not to fall asleep. Getting out of the shower, I quickly wrap a towel around myself, shuffe like an unbalanced mummy to my room and collapse face first on my bed. At least I didn't fall on the floor this time. I roll over onto my back and awkwardly shimmy into my panties and jeans. 2/4ths dressed. Good job me. I unlock my phone, send a quick good morning message and pull on the other half of my clothes, before I grab a random hoodie, my phone, charger, and backpack. I turn off my light and slowly trudge downstairs, a death march playing in my head at the thought of waiting in the cold for the bus.
