Blurry Face [Completed]

Chapter 2 - First Day as a Junior

~Baby, You're like lightning in a bottle. I can't let you go now that I've got you!~

I groggily sit up, reaching for my phone to turn off my alarm. I grab my clothes set on my nightstand, pulling on some tight black jeans, my travel back, then a black long sleeve with a rose patch on it, combat boots, and holster. I put on my locket, slip on my stainless steel cuffs under each one of my sleeves, finishing it all off with black socks and black knee-high combat boots. The boots have built in steel toe underneath the material for emergency needs. I head to the bathroom, looking at myself. I stare into my dead eyes, smiling and trying to make myself seem brighter, opening my eyes a little. I brush my teeth and wash my face, patting it dry with a small white towel hanging next to the white sink. I pull out from underneath the sink my makeup, putting it on the counter. I pull out the concealer, applying some on my rightl cheek, eye bags, blemishes, and the scar on the left side of my neck. Grabbing the dark purple lipstick, I apply it lightly on my lips. I begin smearing eyeliner on my eyes, just enough to outline them and put some navy blue eyeshadow on. I put on mascara and call it a look, though I know Im shit at makeup, the only reason I bother is to look slightly different and cover up scars, though I dont bother with the one on my left eyebrow. I power on blush to make sure I look alive and head back to my backpack. I check my phone, the time being 6:15. Should I eat today? I don't like eating often because I just feel fat but I have to keep my strength to work . . . I grab some toast, pop it in the toaster and start up some coffee. As I wait for the coffee to finish, I out the toast on a plastic plate and smear butter on it. I wait a few more minutes till I can remove the coffee pot, pouring it into my favorite dark red mug and into my metalic turquoise thermo bottle from my backpack. Closing it, I put it back, slinging my backpack onto the white tiled floor. I grab my toast, taking a few bites into it before letting the bitter coffee flood my mouth. Ignoring the scalding feeling on my tongue, I take another sip and a bite from my buttered toast. I hurry up, finishing my last toast and coffee in 5 minutes, I grab my keys, sticking in my sports bra $20. I unlock and relock the door, heading out. I use the elevator to head to the first floor and into the garages out back, unlocking the relatively new black ford. It was an older model from 2009, but I just needed a car to drive around. I never use it for work, as if caught or seen, my license plate could bust me. I open the car door, sitting on the fabric seat and strapping myself in. I put in the key and turn, feeling the car vibrate to life. I drove all the way to school, going up the ramp to park in the student parking lot. Turning off the engine, I assure my backpack is still on my back. I jump out, slamming the door behind me and locking it. Heading down the stairs, I glance around and locate the school billboard where junior class lists were. I search for my last name on the list. Titania...Titania...Titania...Titania... Until I arrive at my name under an english class for my first period. Room 415. I wind around the grey buildings until I reach building 400, entering the hallway and heading for my designated class. I enter and sit at the very back right corner, placing my backpack in front of me under my wooden desk. I pull out my phone and pop in my earbuds to distract me from the eerie silence, waiting for the teacher to arrive and class to start. I unlock my phone, scrolling through the bright page of songs I downloaded over the years, stopping when I see the words Riot by Three Days Grace. Pressing play, I lean back and stare at the ceiling. Not even 5 minutes later, footsteps head inside the class. I look to my left, catching a girl around my age entering looking nervous. She glances around, her eyes scanning over me in the process. She was a fair height, probably taller than me by a few inches. She has a nice slender figure, relatively flat and made it stand out with her choice in clothing. The neon turquoise hoodie stood in contrast to her fair chestnut skin. She had brown eyes covered by some black round glasses, dark brown hair and bleached highlights. Her hair was not the straightest but wasn't exactly wavey either, worn up in a high messy ponytail. She wore relatively loose jeans, holding the black strap to her turquoise backpack on her right hand. She started walking towards me in a hurried movement. I took out one of my earbuds, assuming she was going to talk to me. Then I recognized her.