4 Miles to Paradise

Chapter 10: Fuck, There's School, and I've got a Killer Hangover

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Chapter 10: Fuck, There's School, and I've got a Killer Hangover

Rose wakes up to eerie silence, and then looks to her alarm clock to see she is late, really late. So late, that her alarm clock turned itself off.

Shit!

All she can remember from last night is Dakota driving her home with her car, but not before she argued about being able to do it herself, and maybe playing a song, but the rest is fuzzy. She thinks she saw Skye but can't really remember what happened.

Rose woke this day, feeling as lifeless as a child's neglected doll. Groaning, she knows she has to get up and get ready quick since she slept in.

Rose should be satisfied, delighted even, seeing as she has only one more day of school until the weekend. Usually, she would wake up on a Friday morning feeling much more energized than a Monday morning, where she would quarrel with herself over even getting out from under the comfort of her blankets.

Today, instead of being joyful for those two days off, Rose is crestfallen as hell. It doesn't come as a surprise, as she was out past midnight, drinking and playing music with Dakota and Dabria.

However, she must now deal with the consequences of her actions of escaping her life for a few hours through those few but terribly strong drinks, and that consequence is a killer hangover and a headache that feels like a constant pounding of a metal fist against her forehead. Rose can feel it deep in her skull.

Rose made a poor effort to begin to sit up sluggishly, but merely ended up falling out of her tiny twin bed, with fatigue wholly taking over her body.

"Shit," She mutters to herself. The hardwood floor muffles her words as her lips squish to the hard surface when she lands. Rose had better hurry up. She can't have another tardy to 1st period or else she will be stuck in detention, and Friday detentions are the worst.

Next, Rose staggers her way into the bathroom and courageously sneaks a swift gaze into the mirror hung on the lavender painted wall in front of her.

"Ugh," Rose mumbles in immediate irritation. Her outward appearance is even worse than her earlier surmise. Her tousled hair is knotted like a bird nest. That'll be fun to comb through, Rose thinks to herself sarcastically. Dark circles surround her eyes, bags, and her skin is translucent, pale with blue veins showing, mocking her, as if she has just transformed into a bloodsucking monster during the night.

Her hands and feet drag Rose around the small room, getting the supplies necessary for a shower to make her feel invigorated, and Rose tosses them carelessly onto a wooden weaved hamper.

Then, she allows her clothes to fall to the white tiled floor. Rose's hands reach into the shower to turn on the water, waiting for it to become steamy and sweltering so that it wakes her up. Though it'll probably make her drowsy afterwards, she hates cold showers where her body is covered with goose bumps and she stands there shivering the entire time. Once the water is hot enough for her liking, she steps inside with a brush in hand, ready for her private, nude, concert performance. Rose is in the mood for some Broods, Sublime, or Lana Del Rey, however, she guesses she will just go with whatever plays from her playlist first.

In the shower, hidden by a paisley shower curtain, she scrubs her scalp harshly with lime green painted nails, while humming BOY's "Little Numbers." Rose makes sure to use the brush to yank all of the nasty knots out of her hair.

As she finished everything, including shaving, she turned the water off. Her straight red-orange hair wraps up in a white towel, and a yellow towel becomes her diminutive dress.