Life As I Know It

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Going to a High school where everyone is accepted is pretty cool. But of course we still have the cliques like every other high school has. The nerds, Jocks, Punk, Preps, Emos, Goths, The scene queens, the pot heads, and the celebrities. well I don't think I have a group. I talk to everyone. But based on the way I dress. I'm scene. But who cares, everyone is accepted.

*And I was like baby, Baby, baby, ohh*

"AGHHH, stupid alarm clock!" I sighed. I don't want to wake up just yet. Fuck school. I didn't even do the homework I was supposed to do for all those idiotic teachers.

"Brittany, wake up!!" yelled mother from the kitchen downstairs. My mother is so frisking wierd. She dyes her hair every month, listens to heavy metal and crap. Which I don't get why she would listen to that awful music, all they did was scream and you couldn't even understand what they were saying. But according to her the lyrics mean alot and saved her life. Which I call bullshit, how can music save your life? Its like me saying my FAVORITE artist Justin Bieber saved my life. It's stupid. Oh gosh she has loads of tattoos and some piercings here and there. I only have one tattoo, which is in my knuckles that says "Just Live" , I would go into the meaning but not now. I got up slowly and hating my life for going to school. But good thing I was in 10th grade. 2 more years and I'm out of high school.

When I got up and stretched it like a thousand bones cracked. Ufff I slept good. I walked to my bathroom to take my daily shower. Which if it was me, I would never take a shower. It consist of too much movements. But once I'm in the shower I want to never leave it. It's soothing. As I turned on the shower and let it run until it got hot just like , I like it, I opened my Facebook on my laptop. sigh-- 100 friend request, 69 nodifications, and 5 messages. I never open my friend request because it's all emos and other scenes that send me request. But mostly all of them, like the same music my mother likes, which I find annoying because all they do is post about bands and bands and band members. I already have enough with this girl named "Emily Quinn Radke" , she always post about them and when she doesn't than it's about The Walking Dead. I like her TBH though they are so kind and sweet. And I know this girl is really nice but she gets annoying.

I clicked on my messages to see that I have a message from that cute guy I talk to. He goes to my school but I bet he doesn't know that we go to the same school. I think he talks to me just to be nice and kind. I decide to reply later and just get into the shower.

~30 mins later~

Once I got out of the shower, o went straight to my drawer and pulled out my Justin Bieber shirt and my colourful skirt that puffs out. I slipped everything on and than walked over to my table that had my hair straightener and straighten my pink hair. And than curled my fringe. Just perfect. I love my pink hair next I'm planning to dye my tips purple and leave the rest of my hair light pink. Afterwards , I applied my mascara and than my eyeliner. I like pilling my eyelashes with mascara to make them look big and I do the winged eyeliner. Once I was done with my eyeliner I applied lip gloss and than ran to put my vans on. I grabbed my bookbag and ran out the door of my house. I ran to the bus stop which was in my drive way. I waited there and than my friends walked to the bus stop and I waved hi to them as they approached me.

"Ready for school Brittany?" asked my friend Olga.

"ugh. No." I said

"it'll be so much fun! All the cute boys we can watch." she said as she sighed.

"eww no. More like all the girls I can watch and see the way they sway their hips" said my other friend Lindsay, and if you didn't know by know she is lesbian.

"NO. BOYS." I said just to piss off Lindsay.

"but, you know---" she was cut off by the bus driver honking the bus horn to us indicating that She's been waiting there for a while. We got on and 20 mins later arrived to school.

" HEY BRITTANY!" yelled James.

"what do you want James?" I asked while I walked inside the school with my friends behind me gossiping about something.

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