My alarm clock went off at 6am. Today was the first day of 11th grade and I was ready to pour myself some bleach. I put on black skinny jeans, a blue t shirt, old converse and threw my hair into a messy bun. To top the look off I wore light makeup- concealer, foundation, mascara, eye shadow, some contour, lip liner, lipstick and just a little bit on lip gloss. Nothing fancy.
I went downstairs to my kitchen. It smelled like burnt chicken nuggets and vodka, mom was cooking again.
"Good morning sweetie." she said putting the dog in the oven.
"Do I have to go to school?" I asked.
"Amy sometimes you forget how to spell your own name so you tell me."
I stormed out the door filled with rage.
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harry's brussel sprouts
Fanfiction16 year old amy goes to school with 17 year old styles. he's popular. she's a nerd. however on the dl they get freaky.
