Forgive Me

Welcome to Hell

*RING RING RING*

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, which of course meant school, or what I like to call "hell." The clock read 7:25am which meant I had exactly 25 minutes to get dressed and 10 minutes to skate to school.

I know what you're thinking,

A) I'm a girl, how the hell do you get ready that fast

Or

B) you're 17 years old why the hell don't you have a car

Well first of all I do drive and have a car so jokes on you, I prefer to walk or skate because school really isn't that far and who am I kidding I don't have any friends to hang out with before school so why not kill some time.

Second of all, it's my senior year, I have no one to look good for or impress.

I don't like taking showers in the morning because my hair literally takes years to dry, so I take them at night to save some time. I tied my hair into a messy top knot and rolled out of bed. Literally rolled. I walked over to my closet which really didn't have much variety. My closet was seperated into 5 different sections, my flannels, my sweaters which who am I kidding are way too big for me, my v necks which again, are way too big, and my ripped boyfriend jeans that may or may not have been ripped when I bought them. I basically have oversized everything and a selection of many colors, jk black and white.

You probably think I'm some hobo, but no I wear what I want and what I feel comfortable in and there's nothing more to it.

I wore a dark green and black flannel with my favorite pair of boyfriend jeans, a baggy grey v-neck, and combat boots that I've had since I was in 8th grade.

I honestly don't do anything with my hair, I already look like a mess so why try when there's no hope?

I took my long, pitch black curly hair out of my bun, which let me tell you, took a good 5 minutes of untangling. I've always hated my hair it reminded me of a rat, which is pretty gross. I usually tried to hide my hair or what I call my "nest" with a beanie, which I did. I grabbed my black beanie and tossed it onto my head, it was one of those hats that hung off the back of your head, which I liked much better than the ones the stick up at the top of your head.

I ran down stairs and grabbed a slice of left over pizza from last night, picked up my skateboard, and tossed my backpack onto my shoulder and yelled goodbye to my parents.

I put in my earphones and shoved the rest of the pizza crust into my mouth.

10 minutes later I was at the front of the school, I jogged up the stairs and stood in front of the entrance.

"Well, here goes nothing"