Torn (harry styles)

4- History Banter

After finishing my food and listening to Evie ramble on about boys and upcoming parties I was relieved when I walked through my front door.
I slid my vans off and walked into the sitting room.
"Hello Darling " My mum's weak voice cooed out from the kitchen.

" Hi Mum " I replied sweetly.
No matter how bad I'm feeling or how angry I am about my own stuff, I would never take it out on my mum.

She means everything to me and I would never do or say anything to hurt her. She's the most inspirational person on this earth. And plus, I don't know how much longer she has left. The doctors say its hard to tell...

I flick on the T.V and tune my annoying mind out.

when I awoke the next day I turned to face me clock and it said 6:00am.. I didn't have to get up until 7:00am.
I lay back down and shut my eyes. Weirdly, I was unable to get back to sleep.

I tossed and turned but unusually for me I actually can't fall back asleep. I'm left with no choice but to get up again and start getting ready; maybe today I can make a bit of extra effort on my appearance.

I got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom and had a quick shower; allowing the hot water to sink into my skin. I love showers.

Once out I dried my wet body and wrapped a towel around my hair and body.
I blow dried my hair, and chose an outfit.

My usual black leggings and a thin dark grey v-neck jumper. I looked in the mirror at my boring reflection, I sometimes wish I had the confidence to wear the kind of things that my friends wear. I began comparing myself to others but shrugged it off. I didn't spend my money on fancy clothes or fancy makeup, I spent it on more important things that I actually need.

I then applied some makeup that I brought a while ago- I'm not much of a makeup person. I do own some not nearly as much as Evie owns but I have a little.

I first applied some face powder all over my face which concealed my discoloured eye bags and reddish cheeks. Then I put on a bit of mascara and a thin line of eyeliner and a clear lipgloss.

I looked different with makeup. I preffered not to wear it but I suppose its no big deal.

I messed around with my hair abit but eventually decided to leave it down in its wavy locks. I usually wear it up cause its less hassle but I admit it does look quite nice down..

When it was time to leave I took my brown school satchel and wished my mum Goodbye and a good day and left to go to school.

It was a walking distance away from my house which I like cause it means I can have some fresh air and a think about stuff on my way.

My school is complicated cause its college too, its a massive building so when I moved from my final year at school to my first year of college it didn't feel any different- in fact everyone just calls it school still cause its the same place. But when I leave for uni next year its going to be so different. I'm nervous and excited at the same time.

My first few classes went passed quickly, I had already prepared for them and I didn't struggle with them anyway. Then came lunch and after lunch I had history. I don't know why I took history, Harry Styles was in my class. He was in the year above but history is mixed at our school. I hate that boy. I don't sit near him but I just feel uncomfortable being in the same room..

"you look nice today."
I span around to see Evie skipping towards me.
"oh thanks" I smiled.
I admired Evie's outfit. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt with stopped mid thigh revealing her skinny tanned legs. On her top half she was wearing a white shirt with most of the buttons undone and it was see through so you could see the red bra she was wearing under.
I would never wear something like that.