Underaged l.h. (UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING!!)

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groaned at the sound of my alarm clock. Moving my hand around to find my phone, I focused on the screen and turned it off. 5:30 is way to early for me.

"You can make it, today's Friday and then spring break. Just wait 7 hours!" I said to myself. Finally getting the energy to stand, I slipped off my sheets with my phone in hand, a started toward my sisters door.

"GET UPPPP FATTTY!!!!!!!" I screamed as I flipped the lights on.

"SHUT UP HEFER!" she replied with a malignant tone.

"Do I look like a pregnant cow to you?"

"Yes."

"Shut up and get dressed!" and with that I walked back toward my room. Walking over to a pile of clothes on my floor, I grabbed a pair of navy blue uniform pants and a gray Aeropostale shirt with a pink logo. I walked down the hall and into the laundry room. Shoving my clothes in the dryer to get out the wrinkles and started toward my bathroom. Sighing, I drug out my pink straighter and plug it in, feeling the heat radiate to my hands as they cool ceramic plates filled with warmth.

Then, my hand pulled put the pink drawer to dig out my sparkly makeup bag. I sighed as I opened the delicate glass bottle and sponge and began bouncing the liquid against my skin. I then set the foundation with power, and lightly applied blush and bronzed and mascara'd my eyes to perfection.

Double taking my makeup to make sure I was happy with my face before starting on straightening my hair to a board.

I brushed out the nest on my head and separated the lower back length, brown tresses into sections. I finished my hair and got dressed. As well as brushing my teeth and everything like that. Scooping up my neon pink book bag and grabbed my gray Hollister hoodie I headed to the bus stop, letting my mint green Vans kick the rocks underneath my toes.

Soon, my sister joined me in our wait for the Rickety bus. Finally it pulled up. The double doors shaking as they flew open.

"Good mornin Miss Elaine" my country accent seeping through my greeting.

"Mornin. You better not have that phone, mista Charlie gone talk it up."

"Yes ma'am" I said with attitude, rolling my eyes at here mark she makes every time I get on the bus.

I flipped down I'm my seat and pulled I out my iPhone. I shoved my headphones in my ear and clicked on the music leaning my head back soaking up the morning.

"YEAH EMILY PUT THAT PHONE UP" I immediately reacted by slinging my body in that direction and snatching the headphones out of my ear.

"Shutuuuuuuppppp" I whisper-yelled to Harley, my bus buddy. as I like to call her. She lives about 4 houses down from me and is louder than an air horn. Harley plays soft ball, and everyone is scared to death of her. She was smirking at me as she twisted her medium length orange hair into a bun.

"Raegin, bring it here", said a loud, old voice that was filled with demmand.

Crap.

I stood up with the phone in my hands and stomped up to the front of the bus.

"I told you not to have that phone out, give it t me", the old lady held her wrinkled, callused hand out in front of me.

"But ms. Elaine's, I was just tryin to turn it off because I need it for track today." I lied in a whiney voice.

"Don't let me see it again or ill take it up and you won't get it ba- HAYDEN PUT THAT WATER UP YOU KNOW YOU AINT ALLOWED TO DRINK ON THE BUS- Anyway's you won't get it back until the end of this year"