Obsolesence

Chapter 2 - Roadkill Croquembouche

I groan and grunt my way out bed into a standing position , the next thing I know I am kissing the hardwood floors because my dumbass forgot to untangle the sheets which has resulted in me faceplanting . Real smooth I know . I haul butt into my bathroom hoping I dont get a monster bruise on my shoulder . As expected , I look like literal road kill , my hair is looks like a frigging croquembouche gone wrong and dragged behind a pick up truck , a very tangled mess as mother Gothel would put it , and im covered in cold sweat very messy and sticky and the cherry on top is that my morning breath smells like like an open grave . All thanks to my midnight snack binging that I cannot control when I get my hands on a really really good book .

Jesus I looked fucked up . well most kids my age would look this messed up after a whole night of drinking or getting high , but me , I drank like 5 cans of soda and inhaled god knows how many bags of cheetos to wake up like this . I have like bags the size of Australia and eyes completed red , glazed and devoid of human emotion . If people who didnt know me saw me in the morning theyd definitely think I have a coke problem . I glance towards my bathroom doorway knowing full well who to expect . The love of my life , the only boy who can tolerate me , my baby , a ten pound fluffy ball of fur , my dog and best friend Leo . Mah boy is literally sitting in his usual place near the bathroom doorway full well judging my life choices .

I know , I know buddy , no more midnight reading and snacks for mama. Im starting to look like chupacabras less fortunate cousin . sorry you have to smell me like this I tell him as he gets belly rubs and kisses from me . Its kinda become our daily routine . Me getting shit faced with soda and Leo judging me in the morning . what can I say hes a smart boy . After all he was named after the smartest person Leonard Hoffstader . Well, second smartest as Sheldon would say . His name was a real mouthfull for everyone at home , so its Leo now.

I get up , brush my teeth and go hit the shower to wash off all the cold sweat and the Cheeto dust off me . I didnt want to go to the school looking like a crackhead. I step out of the shower smelling like a cake factory as I mightve gone a bit over board while picking out my toiletries . im a tad bit obsessed with anything that smells like vanilla . I have this weird thing with smelling really good at all times and repeatedly brushing my teeth .

I throw on a pair of black jeans and a baggy grey baggy hoodie and get on with drying my hair . Thanks to genetics I have this really thick and shiny black hair that falls up to the small of my back . Hence , my dilemma of how im going to untangle all this and get it dry before school . After what seems like two million years and a hardcore arm workout ,my hair falls in a straight black sheet after a hell of products and oils and my straightener . I slap on some sunscreen, a little moisturizer and im good to go . I dont really take a lot of time getting ready except for when I wash my hair . I try not to look at the mirror all that much . Theres nothing really to see . Just a plane jane face staring back at me . slighty tanned skin , brown eyes , normal lips with the lower half a little fuller than the upper , a straight nose with a slight hook at the Tip [courtesy of me breaking it when I was 8] , a very broad forehead which is also confused with a national highway and a awkward smile with braces showing through . yeah I had really clear skin but thats about it .

I try not to linger on my face long and make my way downstairs . I cant be late its the first day of the last semester of highschool . I cant wait to get out of this hell hole

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So this was the first chapter . the first draft of this was total word vomit . let me know your thoughts in the comments .

-love Azora .