Simple Manipulation

Chapter 9

I've never come to understand how people in commercials can wake up looking like they are ready for a debut at the Grammys. Perfect smiles, flawless "natural" makeup jobs, and the highly unrealistic arms-over-head stretch. Not too mention they never seem bothered by the fact their alarm is waking them up from much needed sleep.

I can assure you that all high schooler Monday mornings are much like mine. Hair so tangled it could possibly be the next amazon jungle, blankets thrown around, or wrapped around you in a cocoon, moans echoing throughout the room, and breaking the third alarm clock of the year.

What can I say? I'm just an easy, breezy, beautiful cover girl in the mornings.

After the usual argument between myself deciding whether I get out of bed or not, I groaned sliding out from under the covers.

"It's a beautiful morning here-" my alarm radio chimed.

"I thought I smacked you with the hammer!" I yelled tossing my arms around in the air.

"Hey I thought I said no more hammers in the bedroom." Stacy snapped through my closed door.

Sighing, I stood up on my numb wobbly legs that haven't grasped the fact that waking up is a thing today. I trudged over to my closet picking out a simple spaghetti strap dress that was coral on the top and navy blue and white striped with pockets on the bottom. I slipped it on along with a white sweater to follow dress code. I matched the dress with navy flats and proceeded on with my bathroom routine.

Staring into the mirror I studied my morning self.
"Yikes." I said to myself leaning forward and patting my face. I started by untangling the Amazon brushing it out into its normal straightness and pulling it up into a ponytail. Then applied the usual amount of makeup. Not too much. Mascara and a small but of eyeliner.

I remember when Marren tried to get me to wear red lipstick. I looked like a freaking clown and never wore it again. But she got a kick out of it.

"Hey look the troll finally came out from under the bridge!" Nasher cheered.

"Oh shut up you little prick." I moaned walking down the stairs and over to the fridge. "I feel like all you do is insult me."

"Don't listen to him Pey you don't look like a troll..." Jared smiled looking up at me.

"See? This is why I like him and not you." I retorted.

"...today." Jared commented stifling a laugh.

"I'm just going to leave." I grumbled grabbing my bag and an apple. "You are all terrible!" I yelled.

"Do you need a ride to school?" Stacy asked from the couch.

"No it's okay. I'm meeting up with Marren. I'll see you later!" I shut the door behind me and began my morning trek to school.

About half way to school I met up with Marren and we walked the rest of the way together just talking. Well technically I listened. When you talk to Marren you never get to do much talking.

"And then I typed, in all caps of course, NO WAY BUDDY THIS WAS NOT YOUR STORY TO BEGIN WITH! The nerve of some people. I'm serious Pey people will steal others brilliant stories they spent do much time on just for the sake of publicity. Humph." Ranting is normal for her in the mornings. Same for me but her ranting is a lot more interesting. Mine usually consist with family and school. But here's could range from a character in a show being killed off, to today's which was about someone stealing a story someone had written on a site.

"So Pey? Are you meeting up with Luke today?"

"I'm not really sure. I mean, of course I'm going to thank him for helping me with my allergic reaction. And I might as well thank him for the fun night too. But other than that I don't see a point. We are two entirely different people. And my type of person doesn't exactly get along well with his type of person. And I want to stay as far away from his type of people as I can."