Good Girls, Bad Guys.

PART NINE

My head hurts, great. Pulling the covers over my face to block out the sun and I groan as my phone goes off blaring Shut up and bleed by Combichrist ft. W.A.S.T.E, who could possibly be calling me at this hour? Blocked Number, it’s either Toby or Jasmine. I hate the both of them. It’s 3 am and I have to get up soon, here’s the thing once I’m awake I won’t be able to get to sleep again, so whoever called me is now going to be the reason I will not be a very happy person, especially on a Monday.

Like every person would, I declined the call, I mean I have no idea who the fuck it was and if it was important they surely would’ve called back or texted me, but they haven’t so I no longer care. 7 am and my alarm tone yells at me to get the fuck out of bed and prepare yourself for the day. I pull on a pair of distressed denim shorts, a lacy black top with a black crop top underneath and black vans and the usual make up. Today’s plan was to make it out alive and with no bruises and cuts from lockers and those crazy people who carry sharp shit in their bag which I happen to land on when I get shoved around because of my long feet. Thanks dad for the clown feet.

Oh yeah, I had my 16th birthday a couple days ago and got my learners license and a car, so I can drive to school now on one condition that I don’t get a speeding ticket, because I’ll have to pay for it myself and blah blah, so long story short I have to drive at nana speed until I move out. Are you fucking kidding me the slowest bitch out and can’t drive for shit is in front of me, my glasses are fogging up, because of my heavy breathing I was getting so fucking angry with her.

Again short chapter, I’m sorry I don’t have much time to update the story right now I’m quite busy and I have to go out and it’s all just ughhhh

Xoxo morrigan