I'm gonna stick with the girls

Girl time

Ugh. My brain feels groggy and full of everything and absolutley nothing. Like clouds are stuck in there or maybe some kind of thick fog. I roughly wipe the sleep from my eyes as I sit up. Oof it's Saturday. No parents. Finally. Little did anyone else know but I had been counting the days down in anticipation for today. The pure excitement of being myself is enough to make me drag my numb body out of bed. I immediately go for my cupboard to retrieve my white jumper which was lying under a few other miscellaneous items. Next I go to reach into my one of the draws built into my bed. I open it carefully and with as little effort as I can get away with. I gentle sift through the sheets and other household objects till i see the carefully folded black skirt. I chuck them lightly onto my bed to avoid just stacking all my oufits components up in my arms precariously.
My favourite belt is already conviently lying at the top of my drawer. I grab it and toss it onto the growing pile. Finally kneel down to under my nightstand to get a small box out. I pull it out and open it gently. For a single second I just gaze at the accesories lying in the tiny box : one a simple, non-descript, silver chain I've had for quite a while and the second an orange white and black friendship bracelet made for me by some girl when I was in Primary. I dont know who it was but weirdly it means quite a lot to me even if I can barely remember the girls name who gave it to me.
I quickly throw the clothes on my bed and hastily get changed. After tugging the last item on and fixing the latch around my neck I turn run out my room with light steps. I turn into my second smaller room which I mostly hang out and keep my stuff in. I smooth down my skirt and puff out my sweater from the waistband just a bit. I look in the mirror. My brain immediately picks out details that don't let me pass. That make it obvious I'm not in the right body. I feel horrible looking at it. I want to escape my own skin to scratch it off till its just the real me inside left. I guess it doesnt really make much sense but that how the brain is I guess - always manifesting better and shinier versions of yourself to make you feel like shit. I turn swiftly from the mirror.
A little flash of colour catches my eye. Its a reddish pink. A ribbon. I snatch the misplaced ribbon off the shelf. I tie it around my hair without even thinking. I don't bother looking in the mirror. I leave my room and run down the stairs. The achiness from training really hits my knees as i bounce down the last couple of stairs. I almost collapse from the jolting pain. Urgh.
I leap onto the couch and flop backwards. Overly frantically i search through the couch pillows. Where the fuck is the remote?!
After digging through the cushions for long enough myhand hits the oddly cool remote wedged in the couch. I let a sigh of triumph and switch on the tv and flick through the channels. I leave it on some action movie that's already half way done aka they've finished all the plot now it's just over the top stunts and expensive special effects (well these ones didn't seem incredibly expensive but this was morning tv so too be expected).
I pull myself off the grey couch and wander to the kitchen. I look through the cupboards and a few times through the fridge (in case anything new manifests while I'm gone) and settle with making pancakes. I can hear my phone moving some where in the distance. The pancakes are still batter so I leave the blue bowl on the counter.
I hum lightly to myself and walk towards my phone and it's attached charger. I flip over my phone to read the notifications. Shit shit shit. 26 from the bakusquad and 1 form todoroki. The todoroki one is a weird anomaly but that is not the pressing issue. What the hell do those other idiots want. I frantically click on the group chat after failing at my own password twice. I resd the chat log. Shit shit shit. They want to hang out. Fuck my life. Why now?? Ughh. Ruining a perfect morning. Wait when are they coming over? Shit. I look at the time 5 minutes. God I'm dumb. I'll give them 10 minutes for accidents or mishaps or getting lost or distracted along the way. I vault up the stairs and shove my clothes in my grey closet. Throwing on a basic loose t shirt and sweatpants while fumbling to get on a black and orange hoodie. I hope down the stairs a few at a time feeling as my moods darkens a bit. I can feel my nails scratching the backs off my hand which will surely leave marks. I dont bother stopping myself. I go to check on the batter and here the doorbell ring.