Ash Mitchell is a 17 year old GIRL who deals with many mental health issues. With her mother taken away from her at a young age she went into a dark state. Not wanting to deal with her bullshit, her father sent her away to an academy on the other si...
I moved my fingers to the sound of my music blasting from my AirPods. I walked up the stairs and made it to my floor. The music was just getting to the chorus when it suddenly cut off. I checked my phone to see that my AirPods were dead.
I let out a sigh and I took them off. I placed them in the charger, then I made my way to my room. Passing the boys hall I could hear someone humming. It was really bad.
Once I realized the song the person was humming a lump formed in my throat. The song Gabriel would always try to sing to me.
I looked into the boys hall to see a guy standing in front of his door. He was looking through his phone before he opened the door.
He had a dark blue hoodie on so I couldn't see his face. He looked my way but I quickly looked away and kept walking to my room. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I opened the door and walked in. Once I closed the door I took in a deep breath and walked to the restroom. I turned on the water and waited for the tub to fill up.
Meanwhile, I looked through my closet and realized I used all of my hoodies. Fuck! I took out my basket of dirty clothes and opened up the little closet I had with a washing machine and dryer. I put in my clothes and went back to look for something to wear.
The only reason I wear hoodies is to blend in. It's also a way of telling people "don't bother me." Clearly Roman DIDNT get the message. How about you shut the fuck up?!
Anyways, I usually don't wear hoodies but I'm still not used to the new environment. I'm also wearing them so they can cover the bruises. Guess I have to find something else to wear since I got paint on the hoodie I was wearing today. Stupid art class.
I looked through all of my clothes and just decided on this:
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Black is also not my preferred color but oh well. Once I got my outfit I walked back in the restroom. Shit! Shit! Shit! I ran to the tub before the water spilled out. I placed towels around the tub, then I put my hand in to drain out a bit of water. Good thing I put the towels because once I put my arm in a lot of water spilled out.
Once I drained a little of the water I put in a lavender scented bath bomb. I took off my clothes and got in the tub.
After what felt like an hour I got out and dried my body. I looked at my now wrinkly hands and dried them. I put on my outfit and then I began to do my hair.
I finished blow drying it and walked out. My hair is super straight. So straight that it takes me hours to curl it, in high heat. But I don't mind.
I put on a pair of classic vans and walked over to the mirror. The spots on my face from the lack of vitamins were fading away. I looked a lot fuller which brought a warm filling in my chest.
