Camryn
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I awoke from the little sleep I got. I rubbed my eyes and got out of my bed. I walked over to one of the many mirrors in my room and at the sight of myself, I almost threw myself down the stairs.
I had raccoon eyes and my hair was noticeably greasy. "Fuck!" I said loudly. I didn't wake up early enough to take a shower. I ran to my bathroom and grabbed my makeup wipes and wiped away my raccoon eyes.
I did my normal face routine. Moisturize, foundation, concealer, eyebrows, eyes and the lips.
I threw on a black crop top with the saying 'My Pussy My Choice.' I was going to get dress coded, but I could care less about some fuck boy getting sexual frustrated at seeing my stomach or someone being offended by the word 'pussy.' I put on so black jeans and my ASOS platform boots once again.
To fix my hair I just did half up, half down with some dry shampoo.
Once I was ready I quickly took a picture and posted it on Instagram and Twitter.
I ran out the door with my phone and back pack. I got to school with the help of speeding. Today I had to get my books durning homeroom from the library, which I had no clue where that would be.
I walked up the stairs and put in my locker combination before once again, shoving my bag in there.
I walked into Miss Quinn's room and I immediately saw Chandler. I glanced at the circular clock that hung on her wall. 10 minutes before school officially began. I walked over to my seat that I sat in yesterday. Chandler smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Hey." I said softly to him.
"Hey. I'm sorry if people are bothering you on Twitter by the way." He said with a soft laugh.
I hadn't checked Twitter since we were at the Waffle House. "Oh it's fine." I said shrugging.
I opened up Twitter to see my notifications blown up. I had a shit ton of new followers which surprised me.
A lot of people were favoriting and retweeting old embarrassing tweets and pictures. I mentally cringed at myself. A lot of people were calling me pretty, which was flattering. I did see some hate though and I was still confused as of why.
I barely noticed Sam walking and complimenting my shirt. "Nice shirt Homie C." He said smiling as he pointed at it.
"Thanks Homie S?" I said but the uncertainty in my voice made it sound the question.
I looked back at my phone as Chandler and Sam began talking away.
After a few minutes Sam turns around and looks at me.
"Did you really hang out with Chandler last night?" He asked. I laughed and nodded.
"Yeah. Check Instagram dumbass." I said playfully.
The bell rung and I immediately walked up to Miss Quinn and handed her the slip to go get my books.
I walked down to the library and it smelt of some weird cleaning chemicals. I almost wanted to throw up.
I walked up the fairly young librarian.
"I came down to get my books." I said simply. She looked at me and nodded. "Name or student number?" She asked looking up from her computer.
