Consequences of Love (EDITING)

F R E S H S T A R T ?

~ Amanda ~

It has been 55 days, 13 hours, 56 minutes and 23 seconds since I last breathed in the fresh air of Chicago.

No, I am not in a prison. Although, I actually wouldn't mind that. It has been the same amount of time since my ex broke up with me because he thought I wasn't good enough for him anymore.

Like, what? I've been with the guy for 2 years and he has the audacity to tell me that I'm not good enough for him anymore?

I've lost all hope in ever finding someone who actually loves me for who I am and will cherish me till the day we die. Well that escalated quickly.

The alarm clock woke me out of my beautiful slumber which I was actually quite enjoying. I was probably on my 45th dream of Taylor. Yeah that's the bitch I used to be with. Now do you see why I can't get over him? Because I dream of him almost everyday.

Or should I say nightmares?

Summer break wasn't really much of a 'summer break' for me as I kept myself locked in between four walls. I wasn't complainng. I kept in contact with my friends Hailey and Paris through social media.

The perks of technology(!)

Unlike me, they were doing great. They were out there clubbing and partying every week, getting wasted like any average teenage girl. But then again, they hadn't had their hearts broken like mine.

I haven't experienced the sound of an alarm clock in months and I wasn't looking forward to hearing the sound of it again. So just like any average, sane person would do, I threw it across my room hoping it would shut up but nope, it just continued.

"Urgh shut the fuck up!" I screamed at it, as I ripped the covers off me and sauntered towards it to break it into pieces. Not before my lovely mother stopped me.

"Amanda, you need to watch your langauge young lady and don't even for a second think about doing what you were about to do." She raised her eyebrows at me and grabbed the alarm clock, shutting it up.

"Now young missy. You will get ready for school and get outside. Jesus Christ look at the state of your room! You need to clean this room out and empty 50 bottles of perfume on it!" She stated whilst holding her hands on her hips.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom to wash my face.

Of course. I have dark circles under my eyes. Lovely. Just lovely.

My hair probably resembled a bird's nest right about now. Actually, that's a bit disrespectful to bird's nests. They spend all that time and effort to build it and then I go ahead and compare it to my hair?

I washed my face and brushed my teeth. The smell of toothpaste probably couldn't mask the odours of my mouth. So I grabbed the mouthwash to put a little more effort in today.

I decided to go the extra mile this year. I didn't want the ghost of Taylor following me this school year. I had to move on and focus on my studies and my friends. And trying to get in a club this year.

Judging by the high humidity levels in my room, I was assuming its really hot outside. September in Chicago. Definitely hot and roasting.

I decided to go against jeans today and opted for a mini leather skirt with an oversized tee that I tucked in. I wore my black and white vans and grabbed my mini backpack. Straightening my hair, I looked in the mirror and decided to wear makeup.

Full face? Yes. It's all the way or nothing baby.

Putting the makeup on made me realise what the guys are missing out on. What Taylor is missing out on. The makeup definitely put some life back into my face.

Taking a final look in the mirror before I went down, I realised I look like a slut. But did I care? No not really. This year it was all about me and I was going to put my head up and walk past all the drama with a middle finger up at it.

Striding down the stairs, the luscious smell of hot pancakes and golden syrup hit my nostrils making my eyes close in pure ecstasy.

Damn. It sounded like I'm in the middle of sex session.

"Oh! There you are! My goodness Amanda. You look as beautiful as ever!" My mom came over and engulfed me in a hug. It was only the first day of school.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion but the warmth inside me from a motherly hug in the morning was the most amazing feeling ever. I loved her with all my heart and when no one was there for me, she was. There was nothing anybody could do that would separate us apart.

"I smell pancakes." I said with a smirk. She knew I loved pancakes and I also knew she only made my favourite breakfast because it was my first day at school.

"Now sit down and tuck in whilst I lay out your breakfast." I did as I was told and before you know it, my plate was empty and I was reapplying my liquid lipstick.

Giving a goodbye kiss to my mom, I grabbed my car keys before heading out the door. Looking at my SEAT Ibiza, it was dusty for sure. I hadn't drove the car in so long I forgot if there was any fuel in it.

Taking in a deep breath, I sat in the car and instantly rolled down the windows. Coughing up the dust from the interior of the car will give me a chest infection for sure. I decided to get the car washed before rolling into school with the car looking like this.

I drove to the nearest car wash and the guy just looked at my car as if it hadn't been washed in months. Which was true but erm, rude! This is still my baby! 

Once the car had been washed and was sparkling clean, I decided to go into school. Facing the first day of school knowing that I would come across my ex, was one of the things that was making my stomach churn.

But my attention got diverted when I noticed a fresh white Porsche Cayenne pull up next to my car, making it look as if it was from the 80s.