Porta Potty Girl

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     A groan slipped from my lips, and I swear at that moment, I understood why villains wanted to destroy the world. The blaring siren sound emitting from my alarm clock made my head throb and my hand flew out, slamming against the snooze button. My eyelids dropped downward again and my sore muscles relaxed. I curled back up onto a ball and just as I was about to drift back to sleep...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Shut up you stupid beeping demon!" I screamed at it before ripping it from the wall and throwing it at my closet door. It fell to the ground on a pile of clothes, and I'm sad to say that the closet looks like it took more damage than the clock. How was that thing still not shattered to pieces? This was the fifth time I've thrown it!

I huffed, and pushed my matted hair out of my face. I swiped at a small strand of drool that hung out of the corner of my mouth. My tongue felt like it had been turned into sandpaper as I yawn, and I run my tongue along the top of my mouth, searching for moisture. Finding none, I sigh and roll of my bed. I yelp, my leg getting caught beneath me. I really was just graceful in the mornings.

Stumbling to my feet, I drag myself to my bathroom. I blink repeatedly as my eyes adjust to the dim light. I glance at the mirror and I must admit I don't look the best. My hair is clumped and sticking out it some places, the black dye in it needing to be touched up as you could see my brown roots, my skin looked a pale, sickly yellow, my usually bright blue eyes had taken a dull tinge, and two very noticeable bags hung under my eyes. At least my freckles were still intact. I liked how they looked like a baker who had sprinkled a fair amount of brown sugar over a pale cookie. They were probably my favorite trait.

I shrugged internally and decided to take a shower. I smelled like B.O., which wasn't very attractive. But since when was I attractive? I laughed quietly.

     Slipping out of my pajamas, I jumped into the shower. Hot water pelted down on me, slipping down the curve of my back. I sighed. This was just what I needed.

     I turn my face up towards the shower head, opening my mouth. I gargled some of the water around before spitting it out. Now my mouth didn't feel quite do dry.

     Humming to myself, I began to wash my hair. I used two in one shampoo and conditioner, to lazy to use my other soaps. I scrubbed my body down quickly with a wet rag, rinsing off. All clean.

     Stepping out of the shower, I shivered. It was cold. I wrapped a towel around myself and patted myself dry. I dragged my feet back to my bedroom, deciding to get dressed.

     I ruffled through my dresser, looking for something suitable for me to wear. I pulled out a Captain America t-shirt. I examined it, even sniffing it. Smelled clean. Looked clean. I slipped it on over my head on top of a white tank top. Then I wiggled my chubby legs into some boot cut jeans. They were super comfortable and my favorite pair of jeans.

     I slipped on my beat up pair of sneaks over some kitten socks before walking back to the bathroom. I brushed my hair through which was as straight as a board, like always. I frowned as I looked in the mirror. I looked like a corpse.

     I grabbed my makeup bag. I didn't usually use makeup, but days like these I really needed it. I pulled out some concealer and a little bit of blush.

      Applying the products to my face, I looked a little bit better. Presentable, at least.

     I brushed my teeth and lathered my armpits in deodorant. I was finally all set. I pulled a Marvel hoodie over my head and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I was all ready to go.

     Setting out to the great outdoors, I pulled my phone from my pocket. It was a cheap trackophone, and I ran on minutes, but it was practically my life. I had owned it for a total of 2 years.

     Scrolling through my contacts, I clicked on Kisha's name. I texted her a quick message.

Good morning! How did the date go?

     I continued down the street, stopping at the bus stop. I sat down on the tiny bench there, bending over my mobile when my phone buzzed.

Sucked and rocked at the same time. Stayed out l8, got in trble wth parents, but it was fun.

     I smiled. That was Kisha, staying out past curfew, getting lectured by her parents, but still doing it again and again. I was about to reply when someone sat down beside me.

    My back went rigid. I looked over through my veil of dark hair. I cursed internally, of all days for this idiot to ride the bus...

    James Swift was in his usual apparel, ruffled band t-shirt, crooked sunglasses, sneaky smirk, and tousled hair. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he was alarmingly close to me.

     I scooted over, tucking my hair behind my ear. His eyes were set on me.

    "Good morning..." I mumbled, gripping my phone tightly.

     "Morning. Were you at the football game last night?" He asked.

    Oh gosh. My heart thumped in my chest. He saw me, he saw me, he knows!

    I cleared my throat. "Yeah, but only for a while."

     James nodded. "I thought I saw you on your bike. Anyways, did you hear we won?"

     "Really? Th-that's pretty cool, it's like t-the first game we've won this s-season," I stammered.

     James chuckled. "Our team seriously sucks."

    I couldn't help but nod. "They do..." I murmured.

     An awkward silence stretched between us. I checked my phone. Kisha had sent me another text.

What did you do while I was gone?

     Oh wow. So much, Kisha, so much. I was about to type out an entire recount of me bumping into the new supervillain in town, being chased down, him disappear in before he could terrorize anyone, and me hiding in a portable potty when I felt someone's lingering gaze over my shoulder.

Not much. Went to the game, tell you about it at school.

     I tucked my phone in my pocket, wringing my hands. I still felt James burning eyes on me.

     "S-something wrong?" I stuttered. He just shrugged, leaning back.

      I fought back a scoff. So rude. I was about to say something when the bus pulled up. I stood as it came to a stop.

    James stood as well, stepping in front of me to get on the bus. Anger boiled in my veins. I tried to rein in my emotions, but it was too late. My pheromones we're released, clogging the air with putrid anger.

     I reigned it back in with struggle, releasing calmness instead but the damage was done. James turned to glare at me before stomping up on to the bus. I followed him shyly.

      Well crap. I sat down in the nearest empty seat, hiding my face in my hands. Now I had made an enemy out if a guy I was pretty sure had no trouble with punching a girl in the face.

     Shaking my head, I stared out the window. I was really stirring up trouble lately, wasn't I?