I wake up to a faint beeping coming from my iPhone next to me. It gets louder as I sit up and rub my eyes. I slowly pick up the phone to check the time. The phone reads, Wednesday February 20th, 2016, 6:30 a.m. As I quickly hit snooze and drop my head back down onto my pillow I hear small footsteps running down the hall. My little brother runs into my room and yells Lindsey! Lindsey! Get up its time for school! Get off of me stinker as I playfully push him off of me, trying to not act annoyed because I know if I do get mad he will go tell mom and all hell would break loose. So I tell him to go get dressed so I can get ready. I roll out of bed and walk over to my mirror. Ugh who let Shrek out of the swamp I whisper to myself as I point to the bags under my eyes. I walk to the bathroom with my phone and go to my music app and click Pierce The Veil: Collide With The Sky under albums and turn it up all the way and turn on the shower. Awe crap I think to myself, I left my freaking mascara on, I look like a damn raccoon. I manage to listen to the whole album while I'm in the shower and when the music stopped and the water started to get cold, I thought I'd better get out. I step out of the shower and accidentally rub my thigh too hard with the towel, Ow! I whisper, those cuts were fresh. I wrap them with new gauss and walk into my room and open my closet. Hmm which shirt should I wear today? I pick up an Asking Alexandria sweater and the usual black skinny jeans from Hot Topic. I slip those on and go into my drawer pull out the usual, black eyeliner and mascara. Then, I pull out and try to slip on every band bracelet that I own. I take one last look at myself in the mirror and walk downstairs. I see my mom in the kitchen making my brothers lunch. She says good morning sweetie! How was your nig- she stops her sentence as she turns around and looks at me, seriously Lindsey! All black again! And what's with the black makeup? You better not be turning goth on me, you know those punks are just a bunch of trouble makers right? MOM! I say, interrupting her. I always look like this okay? It's my preference! I know Lindsey, she says it's just you used to have such good sense of style when you were smaller. Yeah, when I was ten and I only wore Jonas Brothers t-shirts? Mom I don't think so. It doesn't matter anyway, I gotta go to school.
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