Buzz, buzz. "Get your lazy backside out of that bed!" screeching at the top of her lungs, from the bottom floor, was the woman I have the most hatred for in my life. My foster mum. Before you even try to say that ' I should be grateful ' that woman has not done one good thing for me in my life except giving me a roof over my head but even so the majority of the time I am at someone else's house because I have been kicked out of mine most likely.
Dragging myself out of bed, I stumble into the bathroom because of how tired I am - 2 hours of sleep was all I got due to the damn baby next door screaming its head off all flaming night. I carelessly splash my face with water spraying it all across the mirror, brush my teeth and dry my ship-wreck of a face. Scavenging my floor for something decent to wear, simultaneously I shake my unbrushed, wild hair with my hands. Run downstairs and swiftly escape out of the front door without being seen.
"Yo Tash, haven't seen you in forever man," I heard one of my mates call me from the back of the school building. We had about twenty minutes before we had to head to class, I try to always get to school a bit earlier than needed for this exact reason, to have a quick drag, it relaxes me partially making me ready for the chaos of a day to come.
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That's The Girl
RomanceA chilled laid-back, with no cares in the world, type of girl doesn't realise the girl she's just met will mean something important to her. Tash rarely cares about anything and anyone but when she does it is meaningful and when she is founded to be...
