I'm not an average girl. Not the kinda girl who lives with a perfect family , where's cute clothes , and who everyone wants to be . I'm not a role model . But I am something . I am me . People see me in the hallways and see a girl who has piercings and tattoos and band t-shirts and jeans . My nick name is fucking trouble for gods sake . How would people think I'm normal ?
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BEEP !!!! Ugh . School . I hate itttt . It's the last week of my senior year in high school . And believe it or not I have all A's . I work so hard to make her proud but sometimes I just can only disappoint her . I finally urge myself to trudge out of bed and stumble to my closet . Picking out the first outfit I see . A 5 seconds of summer shirt with black jeans and my converse . My zombified body strolls to the bathroom as I plug my straightener in and get dressed .
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Once I'm dressed I unplug my phone from the charger and stomp downstairs where the pancake aroma fills my nostrils ( okay I laughed really hard at this part ) . I open the kitchen door and walk in to see my mom already sitting down at the table stuffing her face with pancakes in her work outfit. I walk over and kiss her head " Good Morning honey . Are you excited for your last day of school ?" She asks while I grab 2 pancakes and throw them on a plate adding chocolate syrup to spill over them . I mumble a quiet yea . " oh I forgot to mention last night your friend Anna and Shaylee called me to remind you . That your girls band rehearsal is tonight at 7 ." "Okay , thanks for riding me ," I say . " Morgan you need to get your life together . Music won't get you any where . You've changed so much . You used to be so sweet and nice always dressing nicely and being a responsible young woman . But now you have a bunch of piercings and tattoos and you look like a total bitch ," I notice my moms face change to a some what worried and regret face as she gets up from her seat and runs out of the kitchen . I just sit there . Laughing in my head , she thinks I'm a bitch . So apparently my mother does'nt even know who I am . She obviously didn't listen when I told her my tattoos men something to me . And my piercings . I only have 6 piercings around my ears , and a lip pierce . I mean I see where she is coming from now .
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I finish eating pancakes and cleaning off my plate . As I finish up that I walk out of the kitchen and grab my black Jansport bag off of the couch and swing it around my shoulders catching the straps on both sides . I look up and see my mom through the glass office door and she pulls her head up and meets gazes with me . I suddenly turn on my heels out the door grabbing my keys from off the rack . I hop down the steps and unlock my Jeep Wrangler door . I know I know " if your so goth why do you drive such a fun car ?" We'll I have feelings of fun too so just shut up . I throw myself in and start the engine . I start backing up slowly probably looking like an idiot because backing up isn't my best driving skill . As I pull out of the driveway I step down on the gas a little harder and in off to school .
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I arrive soon and hop out of my car in a heartbeat just to get this day over with . As I walk through the gates I see Anna , Shaylee , and Taylor my 3 best friends who look exactly like me but with no tattoos . I was the only one who had the balls to get them . They don't hurt that bad after the first one . You just get used to the pain . I walk over I them . Knocking into freshmen who are to clueless to get out of my way and I just push them over . I hear Anna and Taylor snickering . Not Shaylee because Shaylee is sorta the momma of the group . I guess you could say . " Trouble . Your wicked ," I look up to see Shaylee scowling at me . But I see the smile behind her eyes . I know I'm wicked .
