Total Outcast

Meet the Slob

My name is Ellise. Ellise Morenor. 

Are you disgusted yet?

You should be.

I'm 17 years old.

Junior at MayWay High

My parents are dead.

I have no friends.

I was on the verge of being sexually harassed at the age of 12.

Aren't you just jealous of how perfect my life is?

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BAAZAANG

BAAZAANG

BAAZAANG

Ugh. 6 in the morning. Monday. School. Kill me now. It's bad enough I have to deal with people talking Shit about me on social medias and tagging me, just to make sure I read it.

I don't understand really. Why the fuck everyone hates me so much? I guess it's just something I have to deal with.

I get up from my king sized bed with black and red sheets towering the massive amounts of pillows.

I go take a shower hoping maybe, just maybe I can wash off my ugliness and pain, and just be beautiful and happy. Eh.

I strip from my soft cotton shorts and plain white tee and hop in the shower.

Turning on the water and setting it on Hot, I shave my legs and underarms. Shampoo. And wash my body.

Once I'm done, I turn the shower off and wrap my towel around my body, feeling its warm embrace.

I blow dry my hair and fix it with some simple waves at the ends.

Off to my outfit. Hmmm. What to wear.

Aha.

My black skinny jeans with my black 'Metalica' tee and some black combat boots. I wanna look presentable today. As you can tell.

I go brush my teeth then apply my once again, black liquid eyeliner and do a bold, But resonable sized cat eye.

Im ready.

Oh wait.

I can't forget my braclets.

Black.

Black.

Black.

Oh look Red.

Black.

Oooohhhh Gray.

Black.

Ahhhh white.

Black.

I can't leave this house without looking complete.

Once I'm done with that, I make my way downstairs, grab a poptart and hesitantly, leave my comfort zone.

I'm on the highway to hell.

And not in the good way.