Ps. Karma

6| LOOK, DON'T TOUCH

6| LOOK, DON'T TOUCH

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You've never really lived until you play this song while getting ready.

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Bruk, bruk, bruk, bruk, bruk, bruk it down.

Leaving the foggy bathroom, I return to the safety of my room with a towel around my body , a smaller in my hair and singing loudly to the song.

I was singing without a care in the world, probably off tune with the wrong lyric.

I felt the nerve creeping down my spine which makes me sing louder. Today is officially the first day back to school and I didn't know what to really expect. Keith and Candace have kept their distance from my house and after deleting their number I don't know if they still kept trying to reach me. Although he lives across the street from me, I haven't seen him since that dreadful day.

Like most boys he knew to let me cool off before coming close to me. I could lie and tell you he didn't still affect me. My eyes still wander to his house, trying to pathetically grab a glance at him.

The dinging of my phone had me snapping out of my thought and I quickly dash to it. A soft smile reach my lips.

'Pick you up in 30' -Lucy

Lucy and I haven't been friend for as long as Candace and I, but she comes close. Candace and I met her in our first day of freshman year. Lucy was a new transfer student from Canada and immediately we became friend with the witty and funny girl.

Lucy spent the whole summer in Europe with her family and I'm quite glad that she's back.

'See ya soon'- Me

I send her a quick reply and grab undergarments. With the towel still wrap around me, I sit behind the dresser and blow-dry my hair. I straighten it before finally curling it.

Bruk it, bruk it, bruk it, bruk it, bruk it, bruk it, bruk it, bruk it, bruk it, bruk it, bruk it, bruk it down.

I sing along to the only part I know, while curling my hair. I can say with accomplishment that I didn't burn myself, for once.

It felt weird not having my long hair shielding my neck, yet it felt really nice at the same time. I'm quite proud of myself for being bold enough to cut it all off. Not many people would chop off their hair.

My outfit planned from the previous night laid on the bed. I slip on the blue high waist skinny jean, with a high neck lace crop top to match.

Draping a towel around my neck, I apply a light layer of foundation and translucent powder. I finish it off with mascara and nude color lipstick.

"Bloom, breakfast." call my mom as I slip on my pink leather jacket and nude pump.

"Coming." I respond while spaying Nicki Minaj perfume. And grabbing my camel backpack and phone.

Mom was behind the kitchen counter as I enter the kitchen. To anyone glancing inside our house through the glass back door. We look like your typical American family. My father sit at the head of the table, glasses perch on his nose and newspaper in hand. My little sister sits to his right, hair in pigtail and playing with her food. Mom is walking back to the table serving dad breakfast. She's all about being the perfect housewife, while being a realtor.