The sun rose the next day and it was Friday. Thank heavens. I'll finally have time tonight to get my room all decorated, which is exciting.
I really need a life. I'm excited to decorate a room. Not a party, a room.
I rolled out of bed and grabbed my favorite shirt. I got the shirt at a 5 Seconds of Summer concert a year ago. Daisy and I went because my mother got us the tickets and we had front row seats. Ashton ended up taking his shirt off in the middle of the concert and threw it. I, luckily, caught it and I, luckily, did not die when all the girls sent me jealous glares. It was his 'Never Enough' shirt. Every time I wear it I get concert vibes.
I slipped on a pair of skinny jeans that Daisy likes on me. She claims that it makes my butt look very nice and perky. I sat down at my makeup desk and began applying my makeup. I rarely wear makeup, but when I do I wear as if it is the only thing I'm decent at.
With a pop of my lips I have finished my dark red lipstick. I had to admit I looked very good today.
Once finished with the rest of my morning ritual I made my way downstairs to join my parents for breakfast. My mother decided it was a great day for eggs, sausage, and pancakes. We usually don't eat bacon because my mother and I don't like it.
I sat down as my mother set a plate in front of me. My father's deep set, milk chocolate brown eyes glanced at me over the top of his newspaper, "How was your first day of school?" He asked.
My father is one that you must please, and I don't understand why my mother has stuck with him. He's a horrible husband. He ridicules everything my mother does around the house and makes her feel as though she's not good enough.
I recall one time he saw this woman on the television while we were watching a movie, and my father began to compare my mother to her aloud. I have never seen my mother hurt so badly and I couldn't do anything because he's hit me.
I forced a smile, "It was great," I mumbled, stuffing food into my mouth.
He nodded, not really caring. "Why are you dressed like that? Don't you think you look kind of scandalous?" He asked.
I looked up, swallowing my food, "If I'm not showing off a bunch of skin then it's not scandalous," I corrected. It's comments like this that make me want to kill him, but I can't because he's my father. Love him or hate him, I'm stuck with him.
He rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say. Also, you're wearing too much makeup," he continued, his tone harsh.
I sighed and decided that it would be best if I just ignored his ignorant comment. I stuffed the rest of my food in my mouth and then said a quick goodbye. I grabbed my keys and made my way out to my car.
I walked over to my car, unlocking it. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed a bouquet of roses sitting on top of the hood of my car. I walked over, knowing who sent them. I opened the note that lay in the middle of the bouquet. My eyes scanned the letter:
Day one begins.
I rolled my eyes, setting the roses in the passenger side of my car, and began driving towards the place I'll spent the next four months.
Once in the parking lot I parked in the same spot I had parked yesterday. I then got out, grabbing my bag and locked the vehicle.
I walked inside and I spotted Kali talking to a group of people, but specifically a guy. I smiled as I walked over, before I felt two muscular arms wrap around my waist.
I let out a groan and turned to face the idiot that was holding me. He grinned, "Did you love the roses?" He asked. I could spot the smirk he wanted to reveal.
