Musically Green

Strangely, I'm a silent bad ass

      The first thing I hear other than my alarm, is the Arctic Monkeys. I have this strange obsession with them, but then again I have a strange obsession with music alone. I get out of my bed and hop right in the shower. My phone is blasting 'why'd you only call me when you're high'. I think that that is my favorite song by them, but good gosh it's so hard to choose like, fuck.
     After I'm done in the shower I brush my teeth and comb my hair which seems to never tangle. It's stops right in the middle of my back. I do four scalp braids towards the middle of my head and stick it in a ponytail. After curling the access hair, I do my make up. I really don't have much to do because of my ' goddess like features'.
     I just throw on mascara, winged eyeliner, and clear lipgloss. I dare not touch my eyebrows, they are so pitch black and thick that I need not touch them. And my God the arch. Nope . They're just fine. Besides I did put two lines through them at the ends and that gave them all the pop they needed.
     I stepped out of the bathroom and headed to my dresser to pick my outfit. I think I forgot to mention that I only wear black, but they tend to have a little white and/or grey sometimes. In the end I end up picking a black onesie that is spaghetti strapped with a heart neck line. It shows the hollow of my breast all the way down till the beginning of my panty line. But it has thick lace strings to connect the onesie in the middle.
     I button the snaps between my legs. I wear no bra because my nipples are pierced and I like when they poke my shirts. You can see my belly piercings. I have top and bottom. The pattern is white black white black. Next I throw on some ripped black short shorts the pockets stick out the bottom of.
      Then I walk straight to the closet and grab my black half leather jacket that has a white patched rose and grey patched music note on it. I put on my black heeled calf boots and check the full length body mirror on my wall. I sigh at the image. So fucking gorgeous, but no one to tell me but my mom and that's her job. I look at all the piercings in my ear and smile. They make me look way hotter then I deserve.
     I grab my beats headphones, my phone , my black leather book bag and run downstairs. My mom was making blueberry muffins and coffee. Another obsession she tends to feed every morning.
     " Hey baby! I made your most favorite in the world! Blueberry muffins and iced coffee!!!" Since I speak sign language I sign
'Thank you mom.'
" No problem love and wowwy momma you look sooo hot!" I smile and internally laugh since my mouth refuses to make noises. My mom is my best friend. She acts like a big sister instead of a mother. I shake my head and sign
' Stop it you know your much hotter.'
     " I wish. Man sometimes I wander where you get your looks and body from. Jeesh. Your dad sure didn't give them." I grin at her. She's right my dad didn't give me my looks and I don't look like either one of them either.
      It's interesting really. My mom has emerald eyes much like me but mine are bigger and brighter with longer lashes. My lips are bigger then both parents. My jet black hair comes from my father but mine is silkier and shinier with more volume and smoothness. My eyebrows and dimples well, mystery there, along with the freckles. My body? Same. I'm much more curvier than my mom. Maybe distant relatives helped me out some.
     " I'm right aren't I? I always am. Sometimes I feel like God gave birth to you instead of me, but then I remember the pain," she chuckles.
" But anyways I made you lunch. It's just a blueberry muffin, a Starbucks coffee, your favorite Mexican lasagna, oh and I uhh stuck a new pack of gum in there." I sign
     ' Thank you mom really but I better get going.' I throw my uneaten muffin in the bag along with the other uneaten food as well as the coffee. I take out a stick of gum and shove it in my mouth smacking loudly. My mom laughs the most loudest laugh and and shoves me to the door.
     " Ok big mouth out you go and be careful Ellie. I want you to return to me. Understand?"
' Yes ma'am.' I sign. I give her a big hug and a toothy smile before running to my luxurious sleek black motor bike. I hop on and my mom calls " helmet!!!" I salute her and put it on. Then take it right back off. I hold up the wait finger to my mom and pull out my phone, click on bluetooth to connect to my bike blasting ' r u mine' before putting my helmet back on, giving my mom a thumbs up, putting on my black leather fingerless gloves and pulling off.
      I pull up to Beachers Bay high school and park right in front. My assigned spot. My mom pays for it. I swing my body off my motorbike and boot it. I take my helmet off and a breeze blows.
      I grin and lean my head back with my eyes closed my helmet under my arms. It's such a sunny day. I open my eyes and tilt my head back up. There are girls glaring and boys staring. I'm so used to this by now. I get it. Really. I'm a sexy bad ass. So be it. No one ever likes me, but that's just it. I don't like anyone either.
      I smirk and disconnect my phone from my bike ending the music. A guy, Daniel, our quarter back, whistles at me and heads my way. I roll my eyes. He's been hitting on me since year nine.
     " Hellllooooo beautiful. You my gosh you are a site for sore eyes my love. I know you miss me. After all I haven't seen you since Friday." He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me to him. I push him away. He is the only and I mean ONLY person in this school who even bothers to speak to me.
     The funny part is I hate to be bothered and he knows it. I grab my head phones and connect my phones bluetooth to them.
     " Aww. C'mon babe don't be so cold." He says in a whiny voice. I'm starting to get jittery from my lack of music. I haven't been kept from my music very long and the few seconds he just wasted is making me go nuts. I quickly put the beats on and turn the volume to the max. ' do I want to know' blasting into my soul. I go around him and head to class but he stops me.
     I look at him and he mouths, " I'm gonna quit on you if you keep this up for much longer. Girls are willing to die for me. You better open up buttercup." I flip him off and finally make it to class.
       My teacher looks at me writes something down and gives me the paper. Your helmet. I look down at it, throw my head back, and groan a soundless groan. That fucking idiot made me forget to go to my locker. I look at my teacher, shrug and go to my seat. I see her laugh before a pile of students come rushing in from the late bell.
      I watch as the teacher begins to talk. " Homework?" She quirks an eyebrow at the class. I pull mine out and sit on the desk. As you probably figured out, I read lips. Very pro like might I add. My teachers know my condition and they also know that I'm the smartest throughout my whole grade level so in all of that, I am allowed to keep my beats on. Besides I'm basically the only one who never misses an assignment.
     The teacher Mrs. Mosley looks at me. I give a right sided smirk as I stand and walk to her handing in her paper. She grins at me. Mrs. Mosley loves, no adores me. She spoils the heck out of me. Sheeee'sss how do I put it?? My school mom. Ahh yesss that's it. I slowly slide onto her desk and swing my legs.
      I look out at the class. Everyone is looking back me. I grin wider and lift my hands while shrugging. I can feel my dimples popping. I take out my phone and turn up the volume until it won't turn up any more putting the sound of 'girls' by the 1975 through my core. I bob my head to the beat and run my tongue over my perfect teeth. I watch as maybe five people out of the twenty of us turn in their papers.
     Mrs. Mosley turns to me and hands me the papers. I hop off the desk and take them. I go back to my seat and began to grade accordingly. When done I give them back to her and collect my assignment for the day. She slides a paper my way instead though. I know what this means. You are exempt from this assignment. Too low for your level. But if you still want it you can have it. I made a copy in case. Already put your 100 in for the day. I smile and shake my head as I head back to the back of the classroom where I sit, grab my bag and helmet, and go back to sit on Mrs. Mosley's desk.
      Around 15 minutes later I know the bell rang because everyone is standing up handing me papers. Once the last person leaves, I hop down once more sit at the desk directly in front of me and grade the papers. When the task is complete I hand the papers over as she hands me a pass and head out.
       My day is like this every day except at lunch. Something always happens at lunch. On my way to the cafeteria I stop by my locker something I should have done three periods ago, and stick a newly given text book in there. When I close my locker Satan's spawn is there smiling at me like I just saved Jesus from the cross. I watch his lips as they begin to move.
     " Hey buttercup wanna head out for lunch?" I unzip my backpack and pull out my lunch.
" Ooouuu. Watcha got babe???" I pull out the lasagna my mom made and gave it to him along with a muffin and coffee.
" Mmmmm. Mom's famous lasagna. What did I do to deserve someone so loving huh babe?" I look him in the eyes and glare. I reach in to my backpack and grab my dry erase board and marker. Leave me alone. I only gave it to you cause I hate it now leave before I snitch. I can have a restraining order put out against you. I flip the board for him.
     " Fine. I quit. I see why no one likes you. You don't even try to be normal. Here I am trying to be the only person to give you a chance and you waste it. You know what fuck you. I shouldn't have even bothered. Your such a bitch."
     I never asked for a friend dickhead. I've been trying to get you away from me anyways. So no. Fuck you ass wipe. Piss off. I show him the board and he shoves the food back at me before storming off. I push the food back in the bag and smile whipping out a piece of gum and chewing.
      I stand at my locker waiting for the last period to start. When the last period was over I hopped on my motorbike and sped to the library. There I began to study for no reason. And that is how my week continues.