Queen Bee

Chapter five

I walk up with my head pounding. I only had one can, really? Maybe I wasn't such a good drinker. I groan as I sit up. As always I check my alarm clock on my nightstand. 5:04. Really morning already? I thought I just took a nap. I grab all the empty cans around my bed and walk out of my room to throw them away. As I throw the cans into the trash I notice my mother is not in the apartment. Thank god. I just can't deal with her right now. As I make my way into the living room a strong order collides with the smell of alcohol. Puke. Throw up covers the couch. Almost like a blanket. I gag. "Eww." I mutter. I run into the bathroom and grab a towel that lay on the floor. I drape the towel over the disgusting substance. I go back into the bathroom and run the faucet. I splash water on my face. It is cold yet refreshing. I stare at myself in the mirror. Staring back at me is jet black hair, brown eyes and sharp cheekbones. I have admit my cheekbones show a lot more than they should. I guess you could say I'm slightly deprived. I don't purposely starve myself I just don't have the time. At times I find eating pointless. When people look at me they may see pretty but I see, sharp cheekbones, doll like eyes and a nose that turns up a little too much. I shake my head and turn away from the mirror. I walk to my room to get my clothes for the day. I really didn't want to go to school. In fact, if I could I would stay home all day but, I would never want to end up like my mother. Because that is my worst fear. I pull clothes from the ground and throw them on. A grey hoodie and black leggings. Nothing special. I slowly walk out of the apartment taking in all my surroundings. I did not want to see Asher. Not after yesterday. He saw those pictures of my mother and I made a complete fool of myself. I couldn't bring myself to explain everything to him. It would be easier to avoid him.I run through the hall and get to the staircase. I look down. Nobody there. Good. I shuffle down the stairs. When I get to the doors around the corner I take a breath. When I open the doors the cold air hits my face. The wind blows back my hair causing it to become a hash. I walk down the sidewalk. At the end I see a boy facing opposite of my direction. He has bright blonde hair and he wears a black vest with jeans. "He looks a hell of a lot like Asher." I think to myself. As I get closer to the mystery man I sing a tune in my head. "Please don't be Asher, please don't be Asher, PLEASE don't be Asher." When the man suddenly turns around I see the one person I was dreading, Asher.