It's All Better....

4

As I said before.

Monday's.

I hate em.

On this particular Monday morning-even just thinking these words make me cringe- I woke up with matted hair and a certain heaviness in my step that if anything was underneath my foot, it would be instantly killed.

I eventually gave up on brushing my brown hair and just tied it up in a ponytail.

I could proceed to explain my choice of clothing to you, but I don't want to waste my or your time and I don't need your judgement on my style.

Looking in the mirror made me groan, I didn't look right.

My face was puffy and I felt bloated. I didn't look bloated, just felt it.

I trudged yet again down the stairs to eat a delightful breakfast of coffee coffee and more coffee.

You can tell me all you want that it's not good for you and doesn't do anything to wake you up, but it tastes like heaven so shut up.

"Andrea have fun at school." My dad calls from our basement.

"You mean bloody hell." I mutter.

"No swearing!" My mother yells from her room.

I feel like turning and storming into her room to slap her face, but I don't. Mostly because I know I'll have to deal with against swearing teachers all day and week and partly because my mom would probably make my punishment as spending more time with the family, and lord knows I can't handle that.

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The bell has FINALLY rung. I smile brighter then the sun and start to walk to my locker.

Emily's waiting for me at it.

"Hey girl how ya feeling?" This is about the tenth time she's asked me today. The car ride here, first hour, second hour, in between classes, and a few other times here and there.

"I'm fine." I snap and start to collect my stuff and place it in my backpack.

"What are you doing?" Emily asks, her brow raised in a questioning way.

"Leaving, going home." I mutter irritably.

"It's only lunch." My heart stops and pain forms like a cloud in my eyes.
I refrain, barely, from screaming a "NOOOOO!" Like in dramatic movies, but I sigh instead and grab my things from my backpack.

"I hate life." I mutter then walk down to the lunch line with Emily.

After grabbing my food from the lunch ladys(why are there never lunch dudes?) Emily and I sit down at our usual spot at our usual table.

I bite into the greasy cheese pizza and hum in approval. It was pizza Monday, the only thing I liked about Monday's.

"My dress arrived last night, and its gorgeous!" Emily screams and shows me a picture of a lacy peach long gown. I frown at it despite the obvious beauty.

"Why is this important?" I ask through another mouthful of pizza. Emily just stares at me, slack jawed.

"What?" I question.

"You forgot about prom?!" She asks her eyes in a fury.

"That's this weekend?" I ask in a bored tone.

"Yeah, what's wrong with you?" She says and I swallow my pizza before continuing.

"Well I don't have a date, so why bother going, and I don't have a dress-"

"Yet." Emily interrupts.

"Why do I even have to go? I'd rather spend the night with Netflix and chocolate." I pout.

"Well you're going. I'm not going to a dance without my best friend so you have no choice " her voice is stern and she stares me in the eye. There wasn't a way out of it with that glare.

"Harsh." I mutter.

"You love me better that way." She smiles sickly.

Great.

Now I have to put actual effort to look nice for people I hate.

Great.

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Short chapter. I didn't know what else to write though, updates won't be for awhile. Well until Friday maybe.

This description is even short. I guess I'm just pooped out.

I feel like crap so sorry if my chapter caught it too.

Thanks for reading.

-Jovie