Deja Vu ( 2022 Version )

𝟭. 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 ❞

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

《 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 》

I hanickly rubbed my dreary eyes, as the lubrious sight of dawn approached the direct creases of my window. It was indeed a trousing riddance to the emerging eye, following nine hours of divine, deep sleep.

Ofcourse the irritable alarm clock wasn't much help either. The ringtone I set was Ariana Grande's 'Why Try', as I love to be reminded first thing, that why do I even try to get up, when I'm bound to arrive tardy anyways.

Perhaps it's about damn time I set Lizzo's latest song as my ringtone, because it's clearly about damn time I get the fuck up. 'In My Bed' by Sabrina Carpenter is probably the story of my life, now that I'm further pondering about it.

What to wear, I repetitively ask my mind, until an obscure pair of clothing vividly appeals. I usually don't buffer often about something that'll dwell as irrelevant in the mere future, but today endures as different.

You see, today is the first time I'll attend High School in person and not virtually through zoom classes. It's bound that I'll assert to some extents and phase a charismatic first impression.

However, if you search for a perfect picture to believe in, than you can't be looking for me then, as I flourish in diverting flaws left and right. The only way I'd conceive as perfect, is my enduring capability of coherently memorizing every lyric to One Direction's song 'Perfect'. Same with Ed Sheeran's 'Perfect', as well as Selena Gomez's 'Perfect'. Damn, how many perfect songs live up to their infiltrating title and are literally perfect.

Following the completion of my appalling morning routine, I frantically shut the front door of my house and withdrew from the rowdy block, ambling a couple houses down to my cousin Rose's house.

I faintly discerned my cousin Rose from afar, who was standing promptly near the streetlight across the sidewalk. She frivolously played with her perfect blonde curls, obliviously leaving all the guys passing her way in a dumbfounded haze. She continued to turn the pages of her book as their drool fell to the floor and covered the majority of the earth's surface.

Damn, why can't any guy be a simp for me? These days do you really have to wear shit loads of make up and less layers of clothes to actually get noticed? Fuck that. Sorry to society, but I won't give in to that sort of bullshit.

She mirthfully waves, walking alongside the cracked crevices of the slanted pavement.

The guys behind her followed along like proclaimed stalkers and stood there, barely breathing at all, like zombies. It's a horror movie in disguise at this fucking point.

" Ah, I see you got new clothes? " She poisely asks, to only strangely examine my facial expression afterwards. What is she, a physiologist now? And I thought she was working at PetCo to become a vet.

" Yeah, so what? " I sassily remark. Instead of apologizing for my rude behavior, I take another sip of my grande caramel macchiato my mom surprised me with for breakfast. It was a nice gesture and much better than cinnamon raisin bagels with cream cheese for the 3rd time in a damn row. Right?

" But you do recall going to Target last weekend? " Her smile slowly faded and plastered into a look of despair.

" Yuh. How could I possibly forget buying the folklore vinyl "