God.... I hate Mondays. The worst day of the week in my opinion and this one wasn't starting off great. It's cold, it's grey, it's wet, and it's dreary. All in all....not too bad. It matched my mood. I had yet another nightmare. After waking up in a cold sweat, I guess it's time for a shower. I take a look at my clock and see that I have about a hour and a half to get ready for school. I pick out my clothes for the day...a clean pair of black boxers, a plain black bra, a black and red flannel button down, and a pair of black skinny jeans...the classic Shayn look. I hop in the shower and as I'm washing my hair, I see the glint of my razor in the corner. As I sigh, I pick it up....my friend in these dark times. All of a sudden I hear a knock on the bathroom door. Good timing Nate, good timing. I sigh again, and finish up my hair, and turn the water off. God, he always has the worst timing. I leave the bathroom and he shoots in. I get back to my room and take a look at the clock. I've got about an hour left to get ready. I start applying my make-up. Some heavier black eyeliner, mascara, and tiny bit of blush are all I use and it's all I need. I'm lucky enough to be acne free with high cheek bones and tan skin. I don't need to be the basic white bitch who coats it on to make herself feel better. I brush my dark burgundy hair, put it up in a pony tail and realize im getting close to needing to touch up. I'll have to ask Nate to pick up some dye for me later. I lace up my black DC Spartans, throw on my leather jacket and run down the stairs to find Nate already down there making breakfast. He's always taken such good care of me since he took me in off the streets. He asks me if I'm ready for another school year to start and I shake my head no at him. He just laughs and sets a plate in front of me....toast, scrambled eggs, bacon and some hash browns. I guess he thinks he's funny because the plate resembles a smiley face. I just raise my eyebrow at him, smirk, and pick up my fork. His eyes widen as a forkful of eggs hits him in the face after I catapult them towards him. I laugh and finish eating. He laughed too after wiping his face. I guess he achieved his goal of making me smile for the day. I put my plate in the sink and grab my bag. I wave at him and grab my keys and my helmet.
"See ya later, Senior."
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Romance2 girl, senior year. The girl who has everything, and the girl with the "problems". One who has a crush and one who is discovering the other one exists. The story of how their lives together begin.
