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Not The American Average - Asking Alexandria

If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn - Sleeping With Sirens

                              Cold, that's the only emotion I could feel when I arose this morning, in both my senses whether it was my feelings or the actual weather. In all honesty I couldn't really decide which was worse, the feeling of being numb to having any sort of emotions towards anything was very difficult to compare to the actual freezing feeling that was lingering in the air causing goosebumps to raise onto my skin.

The duvet was obviously not much help, I thought, tossing it to the side and deciding I would actually do something progressive for once in my life.

Struggling to stand I made myself over to my closet and got dressed in some black skinny jeans and a black Melvins shirt with my maroon boots that contained a thick heel and tossed my hair into a high ponytail.

I made my way to the kitchen and saw my dad rushing around collecting his things. I stood there drinking his coffee for about five minutes until he finally took a glance at me.

"Are you ready?" He questioned, shoving book after book, folder after folder, and pen after pen, into his overly priced leather brief case.

"Ready for what?" I asked taking a seat, continuing to take sips from the scolding hot liquid.

"For your trip to London of course, I hope you are ready because we leave for the airport in less than half an hour" He responded taking the cup from my hands and chugging down the liquid before setting it on the table.

I stood there, contemplating for a moment of when the trip to London had ever been mentioned.

When I recalled the conversation, I immediately rushed to my bedroom praying I had already packed.

"Oh thank God" I said as I spotted the suit cases in the far corner of my room.

All I really needed was to pack a few things like tampons and other female necessities including my personal necessities such as condoms and cigaret packets. Once I finished, I went out to the kitchen again struggling with all my properties.

My dad told me to go double check if I was missing anything while he took my bags downstairs and of course the darn bastard was right. I slipped on my army green jacket and quickly grabbed my toothbrush, deodorant and shoved them inside a bag that I was forgetting to bring as well.

I met my dad in the lobby of the 30 floored building after securing the apartment because lord knows the New York City streets are crawling with thieves.

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On the ride to the airport my father and I engaged into some not so friendly conversation about which Ramones song was the best.

"It's just that that song is so fucking burned out and half the time people don't even know who the fuck sings it" I said, banging my head on the airbag from the frustration.

"C'mon Dakota, Blitzkrieg Bop is a classic" He said mimicking my actions and banging his head against the horn causing it to beep alerting the passengers ahead of us.

"No it's not, they play it on that stupid commercial for Sprint or whatever and-" I rambled on until I noticed one of the passengers we've previously horned at flipp us off.

"-Hey, HEY FUCK YOU!" I yelled as soon as I had stuck out my upper body from the window and flipped my middle fingers up because I didn't give a fuck (A/N if you know where that's from I fucking love you)