Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}

LoverBoy_Cp 13

"Maria, where's the cereal?" I yell aloud, the large corridors of hallways echoing my voice. Silence greets me with a warm grasp, annoying me quickly. The mornings not spent alone in the soundless home are usually filled in with the presence of Maria. But, alas yet again she left on a limb, without my knowledge. Slamming the cabinet shut, I saunter angrily out of the renovated kitchen, dragging my heels on the cold floor tile. 'Probably out to the market, again. It's strange- we have our own garden and small farm, yet she decides the latter and goes out of her way.' Confused by our maid's behaviour, I step into the living room, unplugging my phone to scroll through, laying lazily on the cushioned couch. Feet propped up, my stomach rumbles with anticipation.

Checking my wrist, the watch reads 9 o'clock. I frown, deciding to double check my phone, smug when the digital clock reads 11:45.

Shutting my phone off, bored with Instagram and the people in it, I thrown the device lazily besides my bare legs. The house causes me to search my brain of pushed down ideas, brain stumbling with a thought.
'What if I get caught? Oh, but it does seem very, very attractive- I mustn't let anyone find out. Yes, that'll work.' Running out of the living room, my feet patter lightly, bare torso chilled by the air conditioner. My tan legs push me far enough to her room, abruptly stalled. The door looms with a chilling presence, far too intense for my uncovered body. Shivering, I push the black painted door open, stepping in the dark musty room.

I flick the light on, essences of pink and purple walls and cabinets overpowering. Instantly, my lungs deflate, feeling more and more comfortable with my situation. Soundless floors from minimum usage make me smile, skipping slightly over to the white painted dresser. An array of clothes folded and unused fill me with delight- shopping nowadays was far too troubling, so why not steal? Rummaging thorough some mistakes of clothing, my vision spots a supreme outfit just screaming my name.

Rushing to grab the bottoms, I hear a voice call out, notifying their entrance. Ensuring I am safety upstairs and away from any judgemental human, I shut the door to the room off, encapsulating myself inside the velvety feminine walls.

Pink and pastels have always intrigued me, yet never stuck with me until it happened. The day it occurred, my shifts in focus were averted, all blue tones thrown to a curb, upcoming purples coming down the line. My taste in music never altered- for it was a spiritual connection I couldn't bear to fix or let change. Rap hit home in this glossy floored house, a home run struck in my heart's cavity.

Pulling on the semi- burgundy coloured tights, my breath draws with a satisfied heave. I rush over to the mirror, checking my legs out with certainty of my looks. Posing eloquently with a smirk, Maria calls out annoyingly, "Tell Mr. Joseph I have the gr-" She pauses to cough, clear fatigue prevalent in not only distance, but appearance. "-oceries." She chokes out, scurrying about with heavy footsteps. Rolling my eyes at her melodramatic scene, I feel compassion towards her, a strange sense of homely warmth enclosing my body.

"Yeah, okay!" I yell out, the stairs letting my voice travel easily. If she nodded or gave any sense of reaction, I should never figure it out, being cooped up inside. The parents believe it's some sort of laziness, falling far from the fact that I'm incredibly unhappy. Sighing, I pull the tights off, folding them and shoving them in my arm crease, returning back to my former partially-clothed glory.

Hearing the noise of sizzing eggs and bird chirps outside, i decided Saturday would begin just alright. Walking back to my room, I tuck myself securely in bed, shutting my eyes for a small nap, promising myself adventure to the mall right after brunch set in. Humming to myself, I sing a poem inside my mind-

'Pierced smiled and deep inflicting rage, the boy with the insecure eyes made faces turn and smile...'