'She says: we've got to hold on to what we've got, it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not'
The loud sound of Bon Jovi startled me awake. One may wonder: why is Bon Jovi blasting so loud at six in the morning? Apparently, our neighbor is going through a tough midlife crisis and he doesn't care about blasting loud rock or metal music every day before going to work, and when the other neighbors started complaining he simply flipped them off and slammed the door shut in their faces.
Everyone has been so scared of him since then, the fact that he looked like he belonged to a dangerous biker gang didn't help either, so they just let him blast his loud music. The good thing out of this is that I don't need to set an alarm. My favorite mornings are the ones when he plays queen.
I did my morning routine and threw on the first thing I saw in front of me. Which were ripped black jeans and my comfortable grey zip up hoodie. I think I wore them yesterday and threw them on the chair when I got home, I don't really remember.
"I hope his speakers explode!" My mom grumbled as she opened the door to my room, a coffee mug in her hand. She was in her robe and her dark red hair was still messy.
"Morning to you too, mom." I said, fixing my hair.
"Didn't you wear that yesterday?" She observed.
"I guess, but I don't have time to look for anything else to wear and this is really comfortable," I explained, hoping that she wouldn't start her usual speech.
"You always wear the same thing, and most of your clothes are the same color either black or pink. You really need to take more care of your appearance, Hope. You're seventeen! Look at the girls your age-" I spaced out nodding at whatever she was saying, I was used to hearing the same thing every day.
"Well, I really like black and pink." I pointed out when she was done.
"Yes I noticed that." She gestured at my short pastel pink hair, the color was starting to fade giving it a much better shade.
I grinned sheepishly at her, mom has always been bitter about my pink hair because I dyed it behind her back since she wouldn't agree and I have always wanted pink hair.
"It's been six months mom, get over it. Anyway, I should really get going now." I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed out.
"Have a good first day!"
Reaching the school gates after ten minutes, I decided to head straight for my locker to put my things before looking for my friends, I had mixed emotions since it was the first day of my senior year, I was sad and excited at the same time that I might not see some of my school mates again, but I was also scared of the change that will happen to my life after this year.
"Yo Barbie, where's your Ken?" A yell interrupted my thoughts and I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Rolling my eyes, I yelled 'fuck off Jensen' and continued on my way, but not before hearing his annoying chuckle.
I finally reached my locker, but just as I opened it, I heard a loud squeal.
"Oh my god! Today is literally the best day for this doomed school ever! Hold on a minute, not like it's anything new but why are you scowling?" My closest friend, Chloe, said excitedly before noticing my scowl.
"Communicating with Troye Jensen in the beginning of the day has a tendency to ruin it, anyway why is it the best day?" I asked before closing my locker and in a second her excitement returned.
"There is a new guy, and guess what, he is totally hot and has a British accent and just perfect." She said fanning herself dramatically.
"A hot new guy? How does he look like?" I grinned.
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Flaming Curiosity
Fantasy"We are looking for something really important here," he began. "And once he finds it, he will leave and you will never have to see him again. So please don't tell anyone about what you saw today." There was something really sincere about his brown...
