Chasing Storm

2. Red lipstick

~ STORM~

Beep beep beep!

I jolt awake from the sound of my alarm clock blaring in my ear, I look over to see that it was almost 10:30 am, I had about an hour and a half to get up and get out of the house if I wanted to make it to class on time.

I hit the off button then sat up, rubbing my eyes aggressively before opening them again. Slipping out of bed, I walked into the bathroom, looking up to see that I still have the makeup on from work last night but now it was smudge all over my eyelid.

"Ugh," I groaned. Grabbing a makeup wipe I clean the makeup off my eyelids while trying to turn on the shower.

As steam fill the bathroom, I quickly brush my teeth and put on Nair on my legs then wait five minutes before wiping it off because I don't have that much time.

Finally, after the water is basically scolding to touch I hop in. I showered for about 20 minutes not including the extra 5 minutes where I accidentally dozed off before I hopped out.

Moving quickly, I lather my body with some lotion then spray a little bit of perfume on my wrists, behind me ear and once over my body before putting on my clothes.

I threw on my black sweat suit with light blue writing on it and paired it with my low top aluminum blue Jordan 1.

One thing about me is I love sneakers, especially Jordan's and Nikes.

My mom would call me a little boy because I would always wear the same shit that Aaron would wear. I just love the way this style looks.

I would still wear feminine/girly clothes but most the time it was when I was going out. Sometimes I would mix and match the two different styles if i wasn't feeling too boyish that day.

Grabbing my bag off the chair, I stuffed my books into it then grabbed my phone off the dresser.

I was moving kind of slow, going down the stairs because honestly, I'm exhausted. I worked both of my jobs last night and i stayed a little extra at the strip club because a girl didn't show up.

Dealing with school and working two jobs is not fucking easy I'm constantly tired and I don't have a social life, shit I don't even have time for myself.

My best friends Brianna, Giselle, and Yasmine are always telling me I need to take care of myself but I am. I'm providing for me and my mom so that we could eat and have a place to live. I know it's not much but it's better than being homeless.

Finally, I stepped into the kitchen and the first thing I did was start the coffee machine. I took down the box of double chocolate Krave cereal and poured myself a big ass bowl.

I was scrolling through my phone answering my messages when my mom walked into the kitchen. She looks tired as hell and hungover as fuck but of course, that's nothing new.

"Morning," I grumbled.

She ignored me and kept doing whatever the fuck she was doing.

I bust my ass every day trying to keep us secure and fed and she doesn't even say thank you. I know that she resents me for what happened to Aaron but that shit wasn't my fault.  She doesn't have to say it but I know that she hates the fact that I'm alive and he's dead, after all, he was her favorite child so I know that I'm right.

I got up from the table and threw my bowl in the sink. Grabbing my to-go cup, I filled it up with my coffee and added two sugar packets, if I don't drink it black then it won't keep me up. I grabbed my stuff and made my way out of that fucking house.

My class wasn't suppose to start until 12 and it's gonna take me about 30 mins to get there, 5 minute walk to the bus stop, 20 minutes by bus and 5 minute to walk to the campus. Looking at the time I notice that it was 11:15, I should make it there on time.