Peyton Skyes
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The annoying sound of my alarm clock went off. I groaned softly and laid there for a minute. I looked at the time.
5:05 a.m.
I slipped out of my bed and walked to the closet. I grabbed my Fletcher high cheer uniform top and put it on. My jeans were just white washed ones with some rips. I also grabbed my tie dye hoodie.
I had to wear my cheer socks and shoes, but it was cool.
I quickly applied makeup, foundation, concealer, eyeliner and mascara. My brows looked pretty decent so I just ran a little brush through them to put them in place.
I checked the time.
5:45 a.m.
I grabbed my cheer bag and actual backpack, along with my phone and headphones and hopped down the stairs.
I quickly made some coffee and toast. The toast just simply had butter on it. After I finished my toast it was 6:15.
"Shit." I murmured under my breath. I grabbed a to go cup for my coffee and quickly poured coffee and creamer along with at least 10 pounds of sugar. I mixed it together and threw a lid on it before walking out to the bus stop.
The cold of October could be seen when I took a breath as the white misty condensation from my breath could be seen in the air.
I sipped my coffee and unlocked my phone. I saw the ask.fm had notifications.
I furrowed my eyebrows and opened the app. I had a question and some hearts.
I clicked the question box and had a mini asthma attack. I tried to have the asthma attack silently as I didn't want to draw attention to myself.
"Oh my god." I wheezed softly.
Chandlerriggs5 has asked you a question.
Chandlerriggs5 asked:
you should post another pic of your face (:
I answered the question with the attached *photo*
'i look so mean and my shoulder looks deformed, but whatever ((:'
The Chandler Carlton Riggs asked me to post another picture of myself.
I had been so caught up with my thoughts that I didn't realize the bus had pulled in. Some random chick tapped my shoulder telling me it was time to go.
I nodded and climbed aboard the bus.
Today something has to go bad. God is never this nice to me for any good reason.
As I got on the bus people waved at me.
"Hey Peyton, good luck at the game today." They'd say. I would smile and say thank you in reply.
Here, it was simple to be popular. All you had to do was be pretty or play a major sport. I guess I got away with both of those. As I was told I was pretty all the time.
I sat by the window and patiently waited for Lamia to come and sit by me.
She was also a cheerleader and one of my best friends. I saw the light skinned curly head girl finally walk onto the bus, late as usual. I looked at her outfit.
"Damn mami." I said as I playfully smacked her ass.
She laughed softly.
