Wishing

Life tip 1: Mornings are a bitch

I knew it was useless,it never got me anywhere, I should have known, wishing is just a dream you want to come true like some sort of Disney propaganda, take it from someone who knows from experience, IT. NEVER. WORKS. You will end up no better off than before, I ended up no better off than before, I still endured endless pain and mental torment, why I didn't end it all is far beyond my comprehension.

The blaring noise of the city below me echoed throughout my room bouncing off the walls, trying to find an escape hatch to bring themselves to the others in my apartment.

Also effectively waking me up in its frantic escape.

My body whined in protest, my mouth copying the noise inside my brain, I didn't want to move, I wanted more sleep.

But I wasn't gonna be able to sleep anyway, with me being a super-light-sleeping-early-bird.

Why even try?

I let out a shuddering sigh, cracking my joints, I slithered out of bed, tripping and falling over knick-knacks and other things in my half-awakened state of mind on my long trudge to the coffee pot.

I passed the bathroom on my way to said pot of heavenly goodness, getting a good glimpse of 6 AM self, my boy-cut blond hair stuck in every which way no different than the spines of a frightened porcupine, my face is a different matter altogether, my half-lidded eyes stared blankly back in zombie-like fashion, mouth hung unhinged like it had been broken.

How...Lovely.

I finished my trudge to the coffee pot pouring myself the lukewarm liquid, I shoved the cup into the nearby microwave, radioactively boiling my cup of joe, I quickly guzzled down three cupfuls of the brown heavenly liquid.

"Ahh" I smiled, lopsidedly, eyes rolled back in my head in pure delight, now slightly more awake, I made my way over to the bathroom getting ready for the day.

"Linebreak brought to you by Eugene Meltsner"

(If you know who that is you are the most awesome person ever.)

I swung the doors of Mandy's hair salon open, greeting my boss and coworker as I slid inside, escaping the rainstorm that had just begun,

"Mornin Mandy, Sup Jade"

"Morning Dylan" Mandy greeted, Jade looked up from a customers hair"Morning girly," she grined giving me a wave,

Mandy, my boss was a woman in her late 50's who had owned this salon for years, stacking up a reputation for one of the best hair stylist in Ninjago city, heck, the mayor would come in for a good snip, out of the 500 plus salons he chooses ours every time, which is both flattering and ego boosting.

On the other hand is Jade, a medical student of 21 with a need for a steady income, granted it wasn't much but it still paid fine for a single young adult.

And then me, the youngest of the bunch at 15, and poorest, scrounging in enough money to buy a small one-room apartment, with the help of Mandy and sometimes Jade.

"Who we got on the list today?"

Mandy looked up from the cash register, "the Figg kids are coming over in two hours and Mrs. Shore and her daughters are coming at 3, Oh and Miss Kistofidens has an appointment at 6"

I blink " Which Figgs?"

"Naomi and Alannah, swimmer and runner"

"I call Naomi!" I yelped beating Jade "dammit."

Nobody ever wanted Alannah, she never washed her hair, stating "its just a little greasy and it saves water", it's fucking nasty, last time she was in I found peanut packing, twigs, and ants.

Naomi, on the other hand, is, as has been said before a swimmer and her hair always feels like straw, but I'll take that over dead ants and twigs any day.

I sighed, settling into my normal work routine.

Helping, cutting hair, doing perms.

At around seven things start to settle down, I volunteered as tribute to be the one to clean and lock up, at around eight thirty I left the shop, making my way home to a bowl of miso soup and a new season of OUAT.

I smiled to myself ready for long hours of binge-watching and a hell lot of late night texting, my hand fingering the insides of my pocket where my phone rested.

CLANG.

I spun around faster than what was thought to be humanly possible, tensing up into a fighting position, unknowing of what was following me but I was far from letting the unknown thing from hurting me, "who's there, show yourself!" I growled (yes I know, cliche, but hey don't judge, it's better than turning tail and running.)

Nothing happened for about five minutes, I relaxed letting my guard back down 'it was probably just a rat' I sighed shakily, my shoulders drooping 'I mean who would attack me, a high school dropout who can barely scrape together enough money to pay the bills and feed herself' I chuckled sardonically 'I'm a nobody in a big world of somebody's.

I'm not rich and I'm not famous"

Heh, yeah, famous last words of Dylan Mordenger

(I'm gonna regret this down the line )*exhales*

Hey Y'all howitz going I'm the odd pen and... yes I'm back, and I deleted a few books, cuz there fucking awful.

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