She opened her eyes to her alarm 5:30 am clock and the weird music from the tv that she sleeps with all night. The station was on MTV2, that's doesn't show shows instead a playlist of different genres of music from the time she gets up to the time she leaves her house. After deciding to get up after 10 minuets of her checking Facebook or wattpad she picks out a different outfit from the one she laid out the night before, due to her mood which reads "ain't nobody tryna impress y'all mothafuckers" or "I'm not seeing anyone special, so why waste a good ass outfit". She didn't even dress to impress her self cause she was already comfortable with her self , it was just the petty world she had that had a motherfuckin opinion about what she wore. "Why you look and dress tired Tiffany", cause I am bitch. Anyways when after she picks her outfit out she puts it in the bathroom and gets her towel,deodorant , and lotion. She keeps her personal lotion in her room because she got that shit for Christmas and motherfuckers love to violate, and plus it really smells good asf. She has the matching perfume she carries in the front part of her book bag along with her brush,comb, and deodorant. After leaving the matching soup in the bathroom her cousin used most of it.
After getting all of her stuff she sets her phone on the playlist she created on Spotify called "60s70s80s90s00s", she's not good with organizing playlist. She gets in the shower and washes her self while thinking about random thoughts like "when I'm gon get the rest of my Christmas money" or motivational speeches on why she needs to keep trying although the education system got her very fucked up. "I still don't know y we need to find x". Or sometimes think that what if her life is but a dream, a twisted fucked up dream that she can wake up to her 13 year old self ,to her brother in his room and her mother screaming for her to wake up, instead of weird music on volume 2 and her empty life less house. What if it was all a dream..
After her brief shower she dries her self off puts lotion on and then deodorant. She puts on her clothes,brushes her teeth, and goes to her room to do her hair. She puts effort in her hair knowing that the wind is a participant on fucking it up and of corse herself whenever there's stress,boredom,or nervousness she faces at school or on the train.
Closing her door of her room to prevent her pissy cat from urinating on her stuff, she heads to the kitchen to take her medication. The medication she took she didn't necessarily need once in her defense,but after facing high school and depression she felt that she needed it to block people out and focus on her grades.Plus it came with a free counselor, she didn't like at first, but after the things she was going through, the changes she was going through, she needed someone to talk to...
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Brain Funk
Short StoryShort stories I create in my head that I never get to write on paper