Operation Emo

Ninth Chapter: "Hanging Out At the Mall"

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Ninth Chapter
“Hanging Out At the Mall”

The Next Morning
Saturday! :D
Sara’s POV

 

I groaned, trying to find the strength to sit up in my bed and get the day over with. I didn’t want to leave my comfortable sheets, and my fluffy pillows so I turned over, ignoring my alarm clock.

It was easy after a while to ignore it, but what happened next wasn’t so thrilling.

Light streamed across my face causing me to groan, and I tried to hide my face with my covers but the next thing I knew I was flipped out of bed.

“Wakey, wakey, Princess.” Anna sang, and I looked over at her and glared, but it dropped after a second and I yawned.

“Please stop calling me that.” I sighed, pulling my covers off of me that had fallen off the bed with me and pushed them on my bed with a sigh, as she looked around the room.

“Never. And I see you got your room all pimped out.”

I shrugged. “Just in case, they come up. I can’t let them see through anything. A change is nice anyways...” I muttered, going over to my closet and dressing up in something more casual.

I put on some torn jeans and another black shirt with rips and blood splatters all over it. Jeez, these kinds of clothes really don’t have much variety. Sliding on some torn fingerless gloves, I slid on some black converse easily and stepped out of my walk in closet.

Anna was making my bed and I found myself frowning.

“You realize you don’t have to tidy up my room, right?”

“I’m your maid.” Anna stated dryly. “It’s sorta what we do, in case you haven’t noticed.

I sighed, and walked over to my vanity, sliding on some eyeliner quickly and some black eye shadow along with some quick cover-up, not bothering with any type of gloss.

I turned around and saw Anna staring at me, and I sighed. “I know you’re my maid, but you don’t have to fuss over something silly like making my bed.” I muttered. “We are friends, you know.”

“Were.” She corrected stonily. “You dumped me for that blonde bimbo you call a friend.”

I groaned. “We went over this. I have to do this!”

She glared at me silently, probably thinking about something before sighing. “Whatever... there’s breakfast downstairs-“

“Not hungry.” I replied honestly, and tucked my wallet into my back pocket. It was black with a skull, and it had a chain clip on sort of thing that attached to your belt loop thingy. Anyways, it looked nice with the outfit, so I wasn’t complaining.

Anna nodded, used to my barely existing appetite. “Okay… Well… anyways… Your parents are coming home and… I’m not so sure they want to see their daughter’s room… like this.”

I froze in shock. I hadn’t even thought about that.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I mentally hit myself with each syllable and groaned. “Oh god what am I going to do?”

“Well… where’s all of your bedroom stuff?”

“Upstairs in the attic…” I muttered, and she winced.