Good to The Core.

The known Bad girl.

I woke up with my vision burred. I look down on my wet, soaked pillow. Without thinking I go to my bathroom. I look at my reflection. Numb. My eyes are swollen and red. I put the cold water on and form my hands into a bowl like shape and fill them with water. I then wash my face and brush my teeth as I usually do.

I went back to my bedroom and started to look for clothes. They are mostly black and leather. Can't blame a girl for loving black. I quickly took out a grey, plain t-shirt with black, ripped jeans and a leather jacket with gold zippers all around it. Left leg in the jeans, right leg in the jeans. Head in to the t-shirt, leg hand out of the hole, right hand out of the hole. A black jacket to keep me warm and away from the demons. I then put my socks and black trainers on before going down stairs. There stood a large mirror before me with two make up bags beside it. I sat on the floor looking directly into my soul. My heart ached for a second but I'm used to it. I hold my hair in a bun and then secured it with a hair band. 

Primer, foundation, brows, eye shadow, mascara, fake lashes, bronze power, blush, high lighter and a little bit of chap stick on my lips to hide my feelings. To hide myself. Hair down to take the attention away and that's all I need. 

"Tracy, are you done?"

"Yes, mum."

I get up and enter the next room where my mum is waiting for me. 

"Let's go, mum."

She get's up and we leave the house and get into the car. The ride is calm and peaceful, but nothing lasts forever. Even though I wish that this car ride did.

After 20 minutes of the ride, we reached my school. My mum pulled over and I got out. 

I took a deep breath and entered through the large open door. 

"Oh, Tracy looking fine as hell."

I roll my eyes at his response. I don't even know who that is. I continue walking straight without a care in the world. I finally reached my locker. As I opened it I felt two muscular hands hug my waist, I got started and used my elbow to punch the persons stomach as hard as possible. I then hear a loud noise of pain. I turn around to the no other but the bad boy of our school. I roll my eyes at the sight of his face.

"Really, Jake?" 

"I'm too good for your hands to be touching me." I laughed at my own joke while he was gasping for air. 

"Oh come on, Tracy. Don't be so cold towards me, you know how much I like you."

"Move doggy I have to go." I rolled my eyes and left like I owned the place. 

Jake stood there with his hand in his perfect, dark brown hair. His curls fit his gorgeous diamond faced like face that also fit with his aqua blue eyes that you could see all the way from Canada. His cheeky smiles made any girl weak in the knees and his white teeth were standing out from his tanned skin. even though he was wearing a black leather jacket, you can still see his muscles through it as if it was see through. And I skimpily left him there like that, untouched and unwanted. Just like other guys.

As I walked down the corridor I flipped my light brown, straight, long hair back. Radiating confidence as I walked passed everybody in school and made heads turn. Everybody feared my 'fake' confidence. Literally. 

I entered my class room where I had my lesson. I sat down alone, maybe because they were scared to sit next to me? I don't know. I took my phone out and ignored my surrounding while it seemed that I was everybody's else's surrounding. Finally the late teacher entered the class room and words that guaranteed your future came out of her mouth.