It Lives in The Mirrors

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     Today, I woke up before the alarm. When I looked at it, 6:45 was flashing in my face. I squinted my eyes against the light. I lifted my head, then let it fall back on the pillow. 'Okay if I sleep in until my alarm goes off then I could risk almost being late again, but if I wake up now then I could beat my friends and act like they were the late ones...' 

     I decided that being petty and getting my payback was more important than fifteen more minutes of sleep. Thats saying a lot, I love sleep. I sat up on the side of my bed, trying to recover from getting up too fast because now I was dizzy. When the feeling subsided, I rose on unsteady legs and walked to my closet. I picked out another short sleeved shirt and leggings then slid my sweater on over top. Today I decided to put my socks on now instead of later so I didn't have to do it and risk being late because I put it off. I quickly brushed my hair and putt on my mascara. When I decided I looked as good as I personally could, which in my eyes wasn't that good, with the bags under my hardened eyes and pissed off expression.

     I walked out of my room and almost fell on my face. Guess these are the consequences to staying up until 3 a.m. I righted myself, using the wall as my support, and walked to the kitchen, making myself a latte because there was no way I would be able to function without even the slightest bit of caffeine.

     "Can I have some?" I jumped, almost spilling my coffee. I turned my head and glared at Declan. I need to sharpen my reflexes in the morning. 

     "No this is mine if you want one make your own." I spat, walking past him. I walked back to my room, getting my things together, looking at the alarm that now read 7:00. I walked back out, finishing my latte and placing the mug on the kitchen counter. 

     "Alright, Declan" I looked at him in the kitchen. He popped his head out to the side to make it come into view from behind the fridge. "I'm leaving. If you want to and you're ready you can come with me, if not, then don't be late" I told him while putting my shoes on. He didn't reply or make any move to let me know he's coming with me, so I opened the door and left. 

     The walk to school was peaceful. I didn't feel like death anymore since I had coffee. Now I know why Polina likes that stuff so much. When I got to school, I ignored everyone and leaned on one of the posts on the gate. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and played the total of two games I had on my phone. I sighed and put it away.

     "Wow, Rylin. You look like death!" I glanced towards my left shoulder and immediately rolled my eyes. "I mean, you never really look good but this is like, a new low for you."

     "Thanks Veronica, you don't look much better yourself." I told her in a honeyed voice, putting on a fake sympathetic smile. "Maybe you should look in the mirror before claiming that I look like death when you look like a rabid anteater that decided to play around in make up." Her expression was priceless. I guess she wasn't used to people being so done with her shit that they insult her back. 

     Narrowing her green grey eyes at me, she stalked away, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder as she left. 'Wow looks like I already want to punch someone and I have been awake for thirty minutes.'  My mood brightened when I saw Wafa walking down the street. She spotted me and a look of shock crossed her features before she blinked, rubbing her eyes. She walked up to me.

     "Well, shut the front door." She murmured. "There is no way you got here before me." She looked me with raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

     I raised my voice several octaves higher and cleared my throat. "Well it not my fault you're always late!" She didn't look very impressed. Thats okay though, I wasn't expecting her to be.