| Chapter 1: New girl |
Sonic's P.O.V.
I groaned hitting my alarm clock. That little son of a bitch has been ringing for 15 minutes straight. I know that's my fault for setting the alarm but what the hell was I supposed to do?
Wake up later and suffer the consequences?
Not an option here.
I had just moved here yesterday, alone of course. My brother sent me here, he said he wanted me to "have a brighter future. " Whatever in the hell that means.
I know I sound really mean but, I'm just cranky. Its my first day of school, I haven't even unpacked anything, I need to find a small part time job by the end of this week and I don't know anyone in this town.
I sat up in my bed rubbing my tired eyes as my feet hung above the floor. As soon as I stepped down I yelped. The floor was freezing cold.
I let out a shaky sigh and continued to make my way to the bathroom. The first thing I always do in the morning.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I ran a hand through my dis-sorted quills. They stuck up in places that they normally wouldn't and I found that amusing.
I turned on the shower water and used the bathroom, before slipping off my pajamas and getting into the shower. Once I was in I lathered my body with cherry scented body wash.
I had no idea why I loved the smell of cherry. I guess it just smelled natural to me. It was about twenty minutes until I got out of the shower, drying my ocean blue quills.
I grabbed my small stomach showing shirt that to me would've even worked as one of my ' undergarments ' that's how short it was.
I was uncomfortable with it but it was what my brothers ' friend' lend me to go to school in. I slipped on my decorative skirt which was also to short for my liking.
I'd just have to deal with it until I unpacked my stuff and got enough money to buy me some comfortable clothes that I could wear to school.
I looked at myself in my full length mirror and awkwardly stared at myself. Normally I wouldn't care about my appearance but then again today was my first day in a new school.
So I brought out only a few things, mascara, lip gloss, and eye shadow. I painted my eyes as if they were a canvas ready for the utter brush stroke of paint.
I did the same for my lips and eye lashes. I looked some what decent and finally I slipped on my socks that were almost knee level but slowly on one side dropped down.
I slid into my tennis shoes and placed the end of the drooping sock into the yellow buckle on my shoes. I smiled. For once I didn't look that bad.
My mommy once told me before she died;
" Just a little time is all you need dear, and you can always just make yourself more decorative, without changing your personality."
Those words echoed in my head as a small sad smile made its way onto my lips. My mom died on my second birthday, she was murdered and so was my father.
My father was murdered several years after my mom was. I wish I could still see them. There warm smiles, glowing eyes.
I was snapped into reality when my phone buzzed. It was a text from my brother saying;
' Hey morning sis, send me a picture of you, I already miss you and your ass hole ways. '
I snorted in laughter. This text definitely was from my brother, no doubt about it. He always did something this stupid to make me laugh.
