I stared into my long, thin mirror. "what would look good on me today?" I wondered. I stared into my perplexed reflection for what had to be a minute before my dick-addicted mom burst through my door.
"hurry up!" she shouted in slurred fragments. "I'm taking you to see your new family you spoiled fat ass of a bitch! Pack your shit we are leaving in five minutes!" She slammed the door and tumbled down the hallway.
Streaks of black makeup rolled down my cheeks. "Nobody gets me." I whipped my soft, small, white hand over my flush cheek, now stained black with dollar store eyeliner. I looked away from my door and back into my mirror. I laughed. My hideousness struck me like a tractor-trailer hits a speed bump. I pushed my purple-stained hair behind my ear, I shrugged and pulled it up into the perfect messy bun.
"Hurry the fuck up! three minutes!" I hear from the kitchen.
"Yup! I'm coming! Shut the fuck up!" I instantly regretted what I had said. I heard heavy footsteps coming toward my room with the equivalence of someone running from the plague. My door flies open.
"What?" she whispers in a menacing tone. "Huh?" My mother holds out her arm, revealing the long, black belt dangling from her cracked paws.
"Nothing." I whispered. That was all I could make out... "Nothing."
