It's Just Living | c.h

3- Reflection

When I wake up I see my reflection in the mirror. My mousy blonde hair is up defying all types of gravity laws. The roots are turning darker and darker like the bags under my eyes.

Rubbing my neck I try to ease the pain piercing through my veins. Last night was another sleepless one. Tossing and turning thinking about where my life has brought me. Not in a direction of fortune that's for sure.

-- Let me give you a quick background check on me...

I live with my 3 brothers and parents, we're a normal family... Well as normal as it gets.

I go to a local school near my house called Hampdown High, we're not one of your cliché schools with the different groups of people.

I have no friends, yep pretty lame, but I like it that way- I also get bullied by literally everyone so friends would be a pretty good idea in my situation but everyone thinks I'm a freak.

I have a pretty boring life not going to lie, but that's how I like it. --

Pulling the heavy grey duvet off of my body the cold winter air hits me instantly.

After minutes of debate I lift myself out of my bed sauntering over to my bedroom door. Pulling the handle towards me I look down the hallway. The lights are on but I can't see anyone out of their bedroom.

Walking down the hallway I glance at the landing mirror; yesterdays makeup is dragged down my face and large sleep bags hang under my blood shot eyes, glamorous.

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Walking to school my bag bangs against my side (I'm certain it's going to leave a bruise).

I never enjoy going to school.

Or during school.

Or the people at school.

The people at school hate me and I think it's because I don't talk to anyone but I don't care. I don't need them. And they don't need me.

I look around and see frost on car windows and a mist creeping down the roads. The pavements are slippy and I have skidded down a few, nothing I can't handle.

Walking into school I turn invisible. Crowds of boys and girls talk among each other. Not noticing im walking among all of them I get into my first class.