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evelyn's point of view.
Today was like every other day. Slowly and reluctantly I uncover my my face. I drag my feet off my bed and rub my knuckles into my eyes, and head towards the bathroom.
I strip my clothes off and slowly step into the tub, turning the water on high and let it beat over my head. I lather my body up in soap, and quickly wash it up along with my hair.
Today was a Monday. Meaning I had to go to public school today. My life is pretty sad. Every single day is school. I had no friends, not that I can't make any but inside my head, everyone leaves and nothing is permanent. I only have one person I talk to at school and occasionally hang out with and her name is Annaya. My own father left us for another woman, for another family. My ex bestfriend moved to a different state, quickly moving on from our friendship. So when I tell you nothing is permanent, believe it.
After I was finished with my shower, I put on my undergarments and a pair of sweatpants, with a black thrasher shirt. Only a few days ago I cut my hair up to my shoulders and dyed it black, my mom took my phone privileges away from me, but I still had a Ipod that she didn't know about. I left my hair down in my natural wavy state today. I wore light make-up, nothing to heavy.
In a matter of two minutes of me slipping on my vans, my mother came barging in to see if I was awake. I inwardly roll my eyes and put my bag over my shoulder.
"Good thing you're awake. Hurry up, not trying to be late for the school like you did last year." She rushes me. I always had perfect attendance, except for last year. When my mom woke me up, I went back to bed by accident. I was so tired and only got two hours of sleep for doing my homework all night. But of course I had to go to school, so she drove me there.
I always had A's and B's. Perfect attendance. I never got in trouble. To please my mom. To let her know that I am here for her. But she always tells me that I can do better. And the thing that hurts even more is that i'm used to it when I shouldn't be.
"Evelyn, let's go." She yells from downstairs, interrupting my morning thoughts. I look at myself in the mirror once more before leaving officially.
She rushes me into her car, hurriedly starting it up. I hate being in the same car, or even under the same roof as her. I love her, cause she's my mom. But it just don't feel how it's supposed to feel. Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as we drive onwards. The skies are overhung with a color of grey, so much so that I can barely tell the difference between the sky and clouds.
Despite car rides feeling tedious cause of my mother, the rain commonly calms me - I watch raindrops race down to the windows. The occasional wave of a puddle can be exciting, but I'd rather be outside in those puddles than stuck in this car.
