Chapter 1
Rainbows and sunshine
My school starts at 7:05. The unholyness of that perplexes me beyond belief. I wake up at 6 o fricken clock every dang morning, rubbing the HOLY sleep out of my eyes and cursing the devil for bestowing this upon me. As if I need an education. And this is how my Monday morning begins. It takes me five minutes to even get out of the safe haven I call my bed, and I shuffle to the bathroom to take a really needed pee. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. I walk back into my room and risk a glance in the mirror on the sidewall, I cringe in horror...I look like a jersey shore girl gone wrong...so basically Snookie herself. My clothing selection is big. But there is NOTHING to wear. This shirt is too close to the color I wore on Friday. This shirt is too boyish. Too small, too big, too girly. I may have a whole lot of clothes but I couldn't find a fricken thing. Just.like.food. I finally settled with a pair of black skinny jeans(like always), a blue fishing t-shirt (I hate fishing) and my baby blue vans, that legit were my babies. If you get dust on my babes, I'll turn you into dust. By the time my clock read 6:24, I walked back to my bathroom to do my hair and makeup. You see, there's a routine. Keeps me organized. Although I'm hardly the definition of organized. World war 2 was fought in my fricking room for God's sake. I look at the clock and it reads 6:45. "Shitaki mushrooms" I'm off schedule. I snatch up my purse, and keys and run out to my car. Marla is a red, Pontiac solstice. Leather interior, great sound system. People think I'm rolling in the money. They're dumbbutts and don't know shit. Its not all rainbows and sunshine.
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