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"I can live without my demons, we all get along" I wake up to Demons by Mayday Parade. Good way to start a new day. I woke up in the middle of the night, made some cup of noodles, cheddar cheese for life, and when I finished that I came into my room, read, and finally went back to sleep an hour and a half ago. I walk out and into the bathroom. I take my shirt off as soon as I close the door, and then turn on the water for it to heat up. After stripping the remainder of my clothes, and turning on my music I get in the shower. I quickly wash and wrap my beat up, kind of falling apart, yellow towel around me; grabbing my speaker I walk to my room. I pick out my outfit, a red 50's style skirt, with a red and white plaid button up flannel. I do what I call a crown braid, and am about to start my makeup when my guilty pleasure of a song comes on. I know Photograph, re-done by Boyce Avenue featuring Bea Miller isn't that bad a song for a teenage girl, even if it is a few years old, but it is when your music choice is 85% rock, all kinds, 9% techno, 3% pop, not rap, but pop, and 1% country. I sing along while dancing a little and get my make up. My need to be anti-social this morning is strong, so I grab what I need from the bathroom, still singing, and bring it back to my own room.

I do pretty perfect freaking makeup. I am really, and I am talking REALLY happy with it. I grab my red heels. i don't know what they are made of, but they are matte, like no shine, but aren't fuzzy, they have these cute little bows and are in my top three list for shoes. I put them on and run downstairs, yes I can run in heels. I look at the time, I can walk to school. Grabbing two granola ish bars, peanut butter covered in dark chocolate with mini white chocolate chips in top. Beauty that is mostly healthy. Kind of...

Slinging my beat up bag over my shoulder, I run out of the house. Not a run in with anyone.

"Sin!" I hear my moms boyfriend yell. I spoke to soon. "Come here. I will give you a ride, I need to talk to you." Great, just what I need, a Patrick lecture.

"Actually, I really wanted to walk, I could use the think time." I respond hoping it got me out.

"You always need the think time. You aren't walking, plus you are in heels."

"Very comfortable heels. I do always need the think time because I always have to think about how to fix my problems, we can talk tonight, okay bye." I turn and walk three steps before Patrick speaks up.

"Get in the car, I'm taking you to school." Dammit, why did my mom choose him she can do better, and he is Mr. Rule Book. My mom was 10x cooler before she met this guy. I turn and walk to the passenger side. I plop down and glare out the window. "You really hurt them, they needed ice. You can't take your anger out on people every time you get mad. You have to control it. I understand how you are feeling right now."

Oh hell no he did not just say he understood. He can't understood, because he has never lived my life.

"Shut up. Okay? I am done. You don't fucking understand, don't you EVER say you do. I have a lot to deal with. Maybe you should tell your spoiled kids that they need to move next time I tell them to, and I am literally shaking with anger, and pain, and sadness. So stop the fucking car and let me out you asshole, if you don't I will jump out." I burst. I do, and am so mad, I am going to have a shit day.

The car stops, I practically run out. There is about two blocks left until I reach the school, so I take my time a bit, I slow my walking to slow my breathing. I eat my breakfast bars while thinking about how much trouble I will be in tonight. Oh well, they shouldn't purposely piss me off.

I walk into the school and get cat calls, and whistles. One guy comes up to me I flip him off and glare, and he quickly backs off. I definitley don't want to talk to that jerk of a guy today, yesterday I saw him making out with three different girls before lunch. Hell no on that thank you very much. I open my locker, put everything away, take out some books, I don't even check to see if they are the right ones. slamming the metal door I walk to my first period listening to music. I need to put on a fake face and attitude now, or I am screwed. I put a light smile on my face to make it seem like I am actually happy, and sit down at my desk. I open my sketchbook, and wait for the class to fill.