He has a face i can no longer see

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I sit up. That was a strange dream. I have always had the feeling that dreams have meanings to them. I like that one though. That's a world I would love to be in. Oh uh, sorry I should probably tell you my name. I'm Jenna. I'm eighteen and I live in New York. I can hear my sister playing her trumpet in the other room. She's not the best at it but she's not annoying or bad either.

We have a pretty good relationship compared to most siblings. Her name is May she's only 16. I sit up on my bed. The room feels cold. I'm only in my under garments. I like sleeping with out my outer cloths on but I feel so exposed so, I have my blanket to cover me. I stretch out my arms and rub my eyes awake. A yawn escapes and makes my eyes feel less dry. I slide to the edge of the bed and my hands push me up standing.

My feet guide me to the closet. I grab a black shirt that say "Emo-ji with me." And a picture of an emo emoji in the middle. The pants I have chosen are skinny ripped jeans. I slip on my cloths and walk over to the mirror.

I grab my little stool from the keyboard and set it infront of the mirror. Sitting down I grab the eyeliner and mascara from the nightstand. I open up the eyeliner and slowly I create a smooth line on the end of my eyelid. Some parts of my eyelid stings from the eyeliner touching it. None of my eyelid is raw or anything, just sensitive. I grab my little fan and close my eyes to dry the makeup.

I flutter my eyes to make sure everything's dry. It is. I grab my black leather jacket and I leave the zipper open. I grab my backpack and wrap my fanny pack around my waist and fly down the stairs, go outside, into my car and off I go. The world is kind of cold and frosty. Its seven in the morning, school starts at eight.

I'm not a big fan of school because of all the people but today I'm kind of excited. Because of a field trip to the zoo I get to miss all my classes except for first period. I feel the road and the wheels of the car meet underneath me. A strange tingling in my back forms from the vibrating of the moving vehicular.

Once I make it to school I park the car and barge threw the doors like I have no care in the world. 

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