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One // Jessica 1 - Twatty Matty 0.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror,

Why am I doing this to myself?...

How ironic. I’m sitting at my pearl white 3 drawer dresser, staring into the rectangular mirror in front of me. Music spilling through the doc speakers into my rather messy bedroom; and by messy I mean there are loads of clothes on the floor that I am just too lazy to pick up.

…Losing my mind on a tiny error…

Yeah I will fucking lose my mind in minute if my bloody eyeliner carried on being so stubborn. Must it take a girl four tries just to apply eyeliner on so it matches? I guess so! It’s true though – why am I doing this to myself? I have no one to impress. To hell with that bullshit! I want to impress myself!

… I nearly left the real me on the shelf…

Alright Jessie J, I wouldn’t go that far.

…No, no, no, no, no.

Damn that woman can sing. It’s a shame I can’t listen to the rest because I need to get ready for school. Fuck. How long have I been sitting here?

If there’s anything worse than school it’s going to school on a Monday morning. Ya feel me? It’s like physical, mental and emotional torture all wrapped up into one big bundle of hell.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some outcast that has no friends and is seen as “the nerd of the school”, actually I’m far from it – it’s just early mornings; obnoxious boys; patronizing teachers and silly little girls are not something I would choose to have in my life five days a week. Simple as.

The thought of going in today just makes me want to wrap myself in my duvet that little bit more.

Double home economics in the morning isn’t that bad though, it actually makes me feel ok. It’s just the process of getting ready before a certain time, bearing in mind you’ve just spent your whole weekend doing nothing. And on top of that, you’ve got to go to school for 6 hours with petty little girls talking about how they got ‘so wasted’ over the weekend, bearing in mind they’ve written it over facebook twenty times already! Who actually cares other than your little wannabes that hang around with you? I mean, hey, I like a drink too but I don’t feel the need to tell everyone, no wonder these people moan that everyone’s in their business all the time.

I guess you can tell I don’t like many girls at my school.

It’s not that I hate them, because I don’t. They’re just not people I’d want in my circle. I’ll associate with them if need be, but other than that, I stick with my one girl (well and a few others). Cue my best friend Frankie Gerald.

Two light knocks on my door distract me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?” the word muffles through my hands. Since when did I have my forehead placed in my arms on top of the dresser? Never mind. Lifting my head up, turning it to my right to see my sister at my door. Her name’s Kristina she’s 23 years old and has successfully passed Uni and teaches second grade. They might think she’s all nice but she’s still a bitch with her perfectly shaped eyebrows.

“Jess, we’re leaving now okay, its half past seven, I just thought I’d tell you.” She says in almost a whisper. Why is she whispering? The only other person home is my brother and no one cares about waking him up. Well and Elisa, but she’s bound to be awake getting ready for work anyway, and Kristina’s boyfriend Charlie would be leaving with her.

“Oh thanks, have a good day,” I reply.

“Yeah, you too,” and with that, she vanishes from the door. Moments later I hear light muffles of talking and the door shut.