Some people will define me as perfect, sure I had this exotic look, with golden brown hair, and ripe green sparkling eyes...
But to me this wasn't perfect not me nor my life.
I woke up my eyes half opened, I wiped the drool off my chin and hesitated to get off of my bed.
I groaned.
Forcing my self to stand, and walk. It was fucking torture.
As I approached my bathroom limping, I took a quick second to look at my self in the mirror.
I didn't like looking at myself in the mirror for so long, I just felt it was wrong, especially at school, girls eyeing me and whispering.
I just didn't want them to feel like shit.
My hair was a mess, and dried up drool snaked all the way down my neck.
Lucky for those girls, now I feel like shit.
I quickly brushed my hair, (quickly as in it took 25 minutes). Brushed my teeth,washed my face and was out the door in a minute (Like in 30 minutes to be honest).
I took a white dress, that went a little over knee length, it had no sleeves so I took a leather jacket that went till my elbows.
I hated showing my arms at school, men kept eyeing me, and I felt like a fucking stripper.
I put some red lipstick, a dash of blush and I was all set.
I decided to sneak out without having breakfast, with my shitty parents.
It was a success until I took the first step outside realizing I forgot my shoes.
Fuck.
I tiptoed back inside, took black heels.
Everything was going fine all I needed was to breathe.
I started making my to the door and then I felt a cold hand on my arm jerking me the other way.
"Going somewhere?" My mother hissed at me.
I opened my mouth but nothing came out, it felt like I had a fucking sword stuck in my throat.
She was glaring at me as if she was looking into my soul.
I froze for a second my eyes slowly turned wider, and I realized I still had my mouth open.
So I closed my mouth, and woke up.
She was still grasping my arm and glaring at me, waiting for an answer.
"Uh, actually yes," I started "I was thinking to going to school early today so I can uhh.."
My mothers eyes were so intense that I had to look down, but I still felt she was looking at me with fire in her eyes.
"...Study?" Batting my eyelashes.
"You sound unsure..?" My mother hissed once again, I swear sometimes I think shes part snake.
"No, no." Hoping in my heart that this would convince her "I'm definitely sure!"
I looked at her with my innocent eyes and she released my hand. She turned around and left without saying a good bye.
Well good bye bitch, I thought in my head snickering
"Excuse, me?" She spun towards me.
Did I say my thoughts out loud?
"I said uhh.." Come on brain make you yourself useful and think of something, "I love you!" I said trying to pull off the most biggest and fakest smile of all time.
And I darted out the door without giving her time to respond.
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