Broken

Chapter 2

My alarm pierced my ears, knocking me out of sleep. I groaned, rolling over and slapping the snooze button hard to make it stop. One of my legs slipped out into the cold making me wince.

I gave up and jumped out, running to the bathroom. A pale tired girl stared back at me in the mirror, making me shiver. I shook it off and washed my face.

The warm water relaxed me, making goosebumps form on my arms.

Even though I really couldn't care less about what people think about me, I still like to make an effort. I heated my curling wand before wrapping the ends round in loose coils. They bounced around my rib cage neatly, I was quite proud of my long golden hair.

My make up bag was bare as I couldn't afford to renew my mascara or eyeliner when I needed it. I attempted to to sharpen the small stub of my pencil, drawing a thin line as close to my eyelashes as possible.

After shaking my mascara bottle frantically to scrape the dregs. I smeared it onto my naturally long (lucky for me) eyelashes.

My school uniform could be doing with being thrown out too. The fabric of my skater skirt looked bobbly,shirt not quite as white as I would like it to be. But I looked presentable.

I brushed my teeth, layer of lipgloss and grabbed my bag and clothes for work before running out the door.

School is a jungle. People throwing themselves at each other, guys with fags hanging out their mouths and slutty teenagers biting their lips. I rolled my eyes and took "the walk of shame" down the mono-block entrance. Sickening whistles and hoots came my way, making my cheeks flush. A boy in the year above approached me, smirking irritatingly. He didn't seem the least bit bothered by the fact he was clearly looking my body up and down.

"Kristen....right?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes,

"Maybe?"

"Kirsten...," he sighed.

"Uck, what do you want?" He was irritating me.

He draped his arm over my shoulder,

"I just want a bit of fun...," he grinned.

I shrugged him off, picking up the pace.

" Go find your fun somewhere else," I called over my shoulder.

God! I can't even walk into school without some dirty-minded pig hitting on me. I always wondered what guys saw in me? Most of the other girls in my classes were either blonde bimbos or girls that have been banged more than my snooze button.