Live for the Moment

*im going, im going* i said fustrated as i rolled out of bed and trudged into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Every morning i'd wake up in the morning and stare at myself in the mirror. It was like a ritual i did every morning, i dont know why i did it. Like i'd magically wake up and be beautiful... yeah right. I was brown skinned, not light skinned, brown, and i guess the only unique thing about me was that i had faint freckles. Apart from that, theres nothing really that stands out about me. My natural hair was tightly curled and brown. Me... in general, i guess im not a beautiful person, im not a gorgeous person, im not pretty, i know that i definetely am not average neither am i cute. Theres no words to descriibe it. Everytime i look in the mirror, i see myself and really to be honest i wish i could be prettier. I could really care less about boys, they just distract your education but i would like to get some sort attention from guys. The only attention i ever get from boys is when they want to copy my homework or borrow or pen or something. I sighed as i stripped out of my big brothers t-shirt and out of my tracksuit before getting into the shower.

*You ready?* My brother asked as he grabbed his keys off of the kitchen table. *Yeah* i said shoving the piece of toast into my mouth, i put on my glasses and kissed my mom goodbye. I got into the car in the back seat as my sister was already sat in the passenger seat.

The drive to school was silent, like it always has been. Dont get me wrong, we did talk and all. Well hardly me. Everyone in my family knows im anti-social, i dont really like making friends with people, or talking to other people apart from family and some other people.

As soon as we got to school i  rushed out of the car and into the buildings and barely walked to the art departments. I pushed the door open to the art room and sat down at a stool. Art was the only thing i lived for, Art was the only reason i look forward to come to school. Art was the only thing that kept me connected to my Dad... I loved this Art room because everything was so messy. Isn't that how an art room supposed to be? All the others are all organised and neat. on one side of the room there are computers, on the other side there are models of clay. One of the walls, anyone was free to splash paint on the wall. The whole room was just oddly decorated and i loved it.

*Hey Mila* Jannifer said as she came out of the supply closet. Jennifer was my Art teacher, she was 20, still quite young.She was probably the only person that i could actually have a conversation with. She came over holding a large piece of paper. *Are you going to finish this?* She asked as she layed it on the table infront of me. She pushed a strand of her fiery red hair behind her ear and smiled.

*I don't know... i cant finish it, i need more inspiration* i said as my finger traced imaginary patterns at the bottom of the paper. She nodded and walked away. *You better finish it, i wanna see the results* she said. I saluted her and she laughed before she walked back into the supply closet. I hopped off the stool and grabbed a pencil before i started another drawing.

The last lesson of the day was Science. I could care less for Science. I just took notes down of everything the teacher said, so i would revise for it later if we ever had a test.

*Okay so we only have 5 minutes of the lesson left* Mrs Clarks said as she rubbed off the board and sloppily left a mark. It killed me a little on the inside. She turned to the class as she gently put down the board rubber. *We'll go round, just so im sure you were listening which i know some of you werent-* she said looking over pointedly at someone. I didn't turn round but at the sound of the boy's voice i knew it was Micheal.

*Miss, i was listening* He said over everyones laughter.

*Mhhhmm...so would you like to go first?* She suggested. I zoned out after that. Luckily the bell had rung before it got to me and Mrs dismissed us from her class. I put on my jacket and threw my bag over my shoulder before walking out. How cold was it today? It wasn't like this in the morning. I grabbed my gloves out of my bag and put it on. I also took my headphones out of my jacket pocket and stuffed them into my ear and pressed play on my Drake playlist. One rapper i was inlove with Drake, he's a boss.

*i ride for my niggas daaaaawg, i ride for my niggas..* I sang along quietly as i pushed the door to the shop open and took one headphone out of my ear. I had been coming to this supply store ever since my Dad first introduced me to it. This is where he would get all his Art supplies for drawing.

*Mila...*

I jumped as my hand slapped to my chest. i turned around to face Ashley. I pulled my hand away from my chest and breathed deeply. *you scared me* i told him as i walked deeper into the shop.

*oh, i did? sorry* he said as he grinned at me. I shook my head. Ashley was my brother's friend. He was 21, atleast 4 years older than me, and he is of Filipino heritage.

I pushed my glasses up abit as the song switched to Im on One. I walked over to the counter and he got behind it. *I need new pencils* i told him as i searched my bag for my purse. I pulled it out and opened it up.

*What kind?* he asked as he played absent mindedly with his phone. I raised an eyebrow.

*The same ones i get all the time?* i said as i slid a £5 note over to him. *Yeah, but new ones came in stock yesterday, I thought maybe you'd want those* he said as he turned his back and reached up on a shelf to grab the pencils. His blue ralph Lauren shirt went up abit revealing some flesh. I averted my gaze to the countertop and a box of Caran d'Ache pencils slid over to me. He took the £5 and gave me my £2 change. I grabbed the box, change and the reciept before walking off.

*Bye, Lee* i said. My little pet name for him which he hated. I heard him groan before i left the shop. I felt satisfied. I'd been longing for a set of new pencils for a while now, but i never felt bothered to go down to the store and get some. On my way home i stopped at a corner shop and bought some sweets before shoving them one by one into my mouth.

So guys, i decided i would write another story. Just because i needed to take a break from Limerance. This one has less of an intense story plot, dont get me wrong. This one is intense but not as intense as Limerance. Im practically  buzzing with idea for what to happen with this one. And its fun and exciting to write. So tell me what u think guyssssssssssssssssssssssss.