Delinquent

Buy me a new notebook

~ I need to finish it. I want to finish it. As a writer I can't just leave a story half written.~

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'Tv, shows, commercials ads, photoshoots, concerts, tours.'

'Ain't got time for haters, oh'

'Who Dat be, Who Dat be, Who Dat be'

"Ughhh!! Sonically snatching my phone and powering it off. I love that song but I hate it at the same time, why did I have to choose that song?

Sitting up straight however pausing within doing so, shooting pain running down my neck and back. To top it all of I had a sheet of paper stuck to my cheek, instantly ripping it off but regretting it once I did.

Man, I'm such an ugly sleeper drooling that much, thank god I hardly sleep out; nobody needs to witness that. Stretching my very stiff back and rubbing my neck, I noticed the paper I was laying on was still very blank.

"I still didn't manage to write anything." Sighing, I grudgely stood up.

A loud knock on my door startling me for a second, followed by a voice.

"Myung. You up, its gone half seven." Dad, knocked again.

Its way too early to hear his irritating voice, turning my phone back on and replying to him with a simple; "Yeah."

Walking out of my room once I had scooped my clothes for the day in my arms and heading towards the bathroom which was just opposite my bedroom.

Plopping my clothes on the closed toilet seat and dug out my phone from the mountain of clothes. Turning the volume on my Android to max and selecting something from my playlist.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'

'Out of luck.'

'That's what all the other say'

'Put you down just like any other days'

'Never knew I'd make songs you'd be singing, I'

'I'm so lucky to be calling you mine.'

Nodding my head slightly to the lyrics of the song as I turned the shower on and showered. Stepping out as I wrapped myself in a large blue towel.

Turning the water on the sink, I brushed my teeth and cleansed my face as I hummed along to the angelic voice in the background.

'Nothing much I just wanted you to know'

'For you I have my gratitude and so much more'

'Every one of your messages'.

'I be reading inside.'

Once changed into my usual baggy jumper and ripped black jeans, I moved on to brush my shoulder length boring brown hair. Hmm, I should probably change colours soon. After my daily grooming is done I plugged my head-phones in my phone silencing the song.

Walking down the stairs with my black head phones around my neck with the same song blasting through. Humming along I walked to the kitchen, unfortunately Dad was still here.

Grabbing an green apple from the fruit ball that was sitting on the table, Dad looked up from his newspaper with his stupid thick framed glasses on his face.

"Do you ant me to give you a lift to Col--"

"No thanks, Kahlo and Jungkook are walking with me" I taken a bite from the crunchy apple to disguise the my issue with talking to him.