The Cold Hard Truth

Chapter 4

It's been about a week since school started and I'm pretty much done with it already.

I'd love to say that I woke up happy on Monday morning, with the sun shining into my room, at a reasonable hour, but my luck isn't that great.

Instead, I woke to the beeping of my obnoxious alarm clock, with no sun shining into my room because the sun wasn't even up yet at the time I had to set my alarm to so I could get ready and catch my bus in time.

After groaning for almost a full minute, I finally took my head out from underneath my pillow, where I had buried it after hearing my alarm going off, and slammed my hand down onto my phone, trying to stop the sound being emitted from it.

With no luck. Apparently the universe is against me today and I had to actually stand up to turn my alarm off. Resisting the urge to turn around and fall right back onto my insanely comfortable queen size bed, I head into my closet to find what I'm going to wear.

After staring blankly into my closet for almost ten minutes, I finally decide on a pair of light wash skinny jeans and a black long sleeve with a lace-up front. Something simple, but still looks nice. Putting my chosen outfit on quickly, I walk out of my room and across the hall into the bathroom.

Since I'm an only child I thankfully don't have to share my bathroom with anybody, my dad has an ensuite in his room, so I have a bathroom all to myself.

Looking in the mirror, I take a look at what my face is giving me to work with today. Seeing myself first thing in the morning, especially this early, isn't really my favourite thing to do, but I have to admit that today is kind of a good face day for me.

But to be perfectly honest, looking at my reflection, I can understand why Tyler doesn't have the same feelings for me that I do for him. I mean, he's, well, Tyler. And then there's me.

I guess I'm not necessarily ugly, but I'm definitely not on the prettier side of the beauty scale.

I'm a pretty small person, only 5,3", and I guess you could say that I'm pretty skinny, but I do have some shape to me.

I'm pretty plain looking, with nothing special about me.

I've got dark brown hair that hangs down almost to my waist in a wavy curtain, but it's not shiny or incredibly soft or anything like you would usually think for somebody with straight hair like mine.

My skin isn't terrible, of course I get acne sometimes, like every teenager, but I always seem to manage to look sick, because I'm incredibly pale.

One of the only things I like about myself are my eyes, which are a really light blue, they're actually pretty cool I have to admit.

Usually all the makeup that I'll wear in a day is on my eyes, little bit of eyeliner and mascara, but sometimes I do like to spice things up a bit and use a little more.

Today I did decide to go for my usual mascara and lining my upper lid with some eyeliner. After doing my makeup and brushing out my hair, I check the time, realizing that it's almost 7:00, which is when my bus comes.

So I have about 5 minutes to eat breakfast, pack my stuff and then run to get to my bus stop in time. Deciding to skip breakfast, I hurriedly pack my backpack and slip on my black combat boots, yell a quick bye and I love you to my father, who looks amused at how fast I'm moving, booking it as fast as I can to my bus stop.
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"Mee, are you hiding some sort of vicious animal underneath your shirt or something?" Tyler asks me while we're sitting in English class.

"What? What are you talking about?" I ask Tyler, looking at him like he's insane "What kind of a question is that?"

"It sounds like you're hiding a rabid dog in your shirt judging by the sounds that your stomach is making" he tells me, chuckling.