MELODY'S POV
"Wweeeeh" I exclaim as I slide down the railing of the stairs.
"Careful honey!" My mother warns, and just like any other normal day, I ignore her.
I par-core across the kitchen table,( not really I sort of look like a beached whale which finally got to roll over), and stood beside my dad.
Just like a normally normal day, daddy is cooking pancakes. Yes, I said daddy, get over it!
"What's the joke for today sweetheart?" My dad asks me, gently placing a stack of pancakes on a plate in front of me.
"Hhmmm" I hum, stroking my non-existing beard while thinking.
*lightbubulb*
"What did one ghost say to another?"
"I- I don't know..."
"GET A LIFE!" I shout.
This isn't even that funny, really, but it makes my dad rofl. Literally. He is rolling on the floor, laughing, with an addition of tears in his eyes. CLAP FOR ME BIATCHES! HAIL ME AND MY NOT-SO-FUNNY SELF !!!
I smile to myself. I love my life. I have two parents who love me, a beautiful name, (not trying to brag), a roof over my head, plenty of food to eat, and most importantly: wifi. I seriously couldn't ask for a better life. I've also got good grades in school, good friends and an endless supply of boys at my feet. Don't judge...I can hear you judging me all the way from you screen...
I grab my bright purple school bag and slip into my floral print doc martens. By the way, my outfit for the day is: a black skirt accompanied by a white half top with black cat whiskers on it, a denim jacket and a small purse. (A/N picture or out fit attached)
Voila! I look perfect! Let's head out for another day in prison!
Don't worry, I refer to school as prison because:
Sleep is my drug,
My bed is my drug dealer,
My alarm clock is the police,
And school is the prison.
I mean, you are forced to go to school against your will, just like prison, have to work, just like prison, and aren't allowed to get out until you have been authorised to: just like prison.
I shove my black earphones into my listening holes: also known as ears, and made my half an hour long journey. I take the 209 in the morning, but the 419 in the afternoon. They change routes so...yeah. In the morning I'm pretty much the only 17 year old on the bus. No one I know gets the on the same bus as me in the morning. However, in the afternoon, about another 3 of my friends get on the bus with me. WE MAKE SUCH A RUCCUS! I've been thrown off the bus many times before, but whatever- I'm just making memories.
I love just being alone in the morning: first of all, I'm not a morning person except if you're giving me food, secondly, I just get to jam out to music.
Today's choice = MCR - mama.
(A/N listen to it it's really good)
As I look out the bus window to the picturesque scenery zooming by, I notice how most of the people in my year have a car, or at least a drivers license. I've never tried driving, but it doesn't seem so hard... I'll just get a car and see how it goes. Italy nt like in lacking in money anyway.
As The bus is nearing my stop, a random guy eyes me up and I scoff, brushing his hungry stare off. Just before jumping off the over-packed bus, the same guy wraps his hand around my butt. I untangle it from my mini-skirt, hold his hand up and shout, " DOES THIS HAND BELONG TO ANYONE?" Silence. "I FOUND IT ATTACHED TO MY AR*E AND..." I pretended to be reading something off the hand, "IT SAYS IT BELONGS RO SOMEONE BAMED PERVERT! Anyone here?" There are a few chuckles as the perverted man turns beet root red, "keep your hands to yourself" I mutter lowering his hand, and finally being freed from that moving heater: aka bus.
