"Come on chipmunk get up!" Michael yelled running into my room, only to face plant my untidy floor.I giggled lightly and dug myself more into the bedcovers.
"for fuck sake kayla why don't you tidy you room"he groaned standing up with a bra on his head, I had to stifle a laugh, he was so oblivious to the piece of clothing lazily positioned on the top of his head.
I sat up trying to hide my grin and pushed Michael in front of the mirror. he shook his head and chuckled,
"Wow very mature chipmunk"he paused for a moment taking the bra off of his head,"now get changed your gonna be late for work"
I gave a quick nod and leaped towards my wardrobe. Taking out my Forrest green scrub with the horrid logo for the mental institution on the bottom of it. Sighing I curtly wrap my brown hair into a messy bun and apply some light make-up.
I dive out off my cluttered room on to the spotless hallway and scurried down the stairs.
"Michael!"I holler, desperately attempting to get his attention. "bro, I NEED to get to work" still no answer "I pay your fucking rent so get yo ass over here and take me to work before a poke you in the eye with a spork, you know I will so don't test me"
Just in time Michael jogged in to the living room trying to force his t-shirt over his messy blue hair and sweat pants that hung lowly from his waist.
"Quick!" He gave me the signature lop-side grin and slowly strolled outside and gently sat down in the drivers seat.
Me in the other hand, I dashed to the car, nearly pulling the door off by its hinges (because the amount of force I used to open it) and launched myself into the seat, slamming the door behind me.
I wasn't excited for work if anything I was scared. you see I'm on my last warning- punctuality being my weakest point at any job I've ever had- I've been fired from many jobs. my lack of time keeping is the key to all this rubbish resulting in me getting Fired from here, lest just say soon enough this job will be history.
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Soon enough we arrived at the hell hole *cough*er I mean my work place. I gave my best friend a brisk kiss on the cheek, mumbling a hushed thank you before exiting the vehicle.
I waltzed into work ,this very much looking like a grand entrance, with happiness. my fellow work mate Ashton let out a high pitch giggle before shouting "you made it" this causing all the other workers around me glare a whole into my soul.
I'm pretty sure they all wanted me to be late today and meet my end of this job right now but I managed to pull through being 1 minute early, wow what a difference.
(A/N so i'm basically writing this because I can idk what else to say :-/ enjoy I guess )
~~ your main man Jeff <3
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~Psychotic~L.R.H
Teen Fictionpsychopath ˈsʌɪkəpaθ/ noun a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behaviour. synonyms: madman/madwoman, mad person, deranged person, maniac, lunatic, psychotic, sociopath
