The Night

Child Molester Vans

I’d say it’s pretty average day so far. I got up at the same time as I usually do, I went to school at the same time as I usually do, I went to all my classes just as I usually do, and they all were completely normal. I even left my last class early like always. Every day I ask to go to the bathroom five minutes before class is over to go to the bathroom and fix my hair and make-up so I look good before I see all my friends in the hallway. You would think the teacher would catch on after all of this time, but she’s just this crotchety old lady that probably forgets her own name half of the time, so I don’t think she’d catch on if I only went to five minutes of the class instead of skipping five minutes.

            As I combed through my hair with my fingers I studied myself in the cheap, little bathroom mirror. I have medium reddish blond hair that’s pretty long, I guess. My hair falls just a few inches short of my belly button. Also, my hair is perfectly straight and I’ve never used a straightener in my life, I’m just lucky I guess. It took me awhile to actually convince everyone that I don’t straighten when I first moved here. I really hate my hair color which is weird because I dye my hair to this color whenever my roots start to show a little. I have been dying my hair ever since I moved here a little more than a year ago.

I stared at my eyes in the mirror, at first I was going to check my eye liner, but then I got wrapped up in what my eye color was. I’ve never really paid attention to it before and I was curious to exactly what their color was. Unlike my hair, I actually love my eye color now that I have actually looked at them clearly. I have beautiful deep green eyes with a ring of even darker green around my eye. All within the little space my eye took up there was probably a million different shades of green.

I kept on leaning in closer and closer to the mirror to inspect my eyes and I didn’t even realize it until I felt the icy cold of the mirror on the tip of my nose. The mirror felt like ice just taken out of the freezer on my warm rosy skin. 

I leaned back on my heels and crossed my arms over my chest. I definitely didn’t have tan skin due to the fact that I don’t live in the warmest of places, but I could beat some of the people here at a tan skin color contest; if there ever was such a thing. If there was, I probably wouldn’t go to it, though.

I had a small mouth, that is until I talked, but decent sized thickness of my lips; which were a bright yet soft pink color. People always think that I wear lipstick, but I don’t very often. My nose was tiny as well, but it went along with the rest of my face, so it fit, but it was also ever so slightly turned upwards.

            The bell rang signaling all the high school students the get the hell out of the school. I flung my neon pink backpack over my shoulder and took one last look at myself in the mirror, nodded in approval to myself, and I headed out the bathroom door. I walk standing straight just radiating confidence and grace. The second I walked out of the bathroom door my three best friends came right next to my side just like every day. They’re your average, every day kinda kids, but I guess you could say that we’re pretty popular at this school.

            “Hey, Ro,” My three friends said to me simultaneously.

            I examined each one of them for a second as I responded with a simple, “Hey.”