Sometimes It's Best

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This book will not be abandoned. I know alot of people on here abandon their writings, but I promise, I will not. 

The rays of the sun hitting my face woke me up. Great, here comes another day of hell. I said in my head. Throwing the covers over my feet and putting on my slippers, I go to my mirror and wipe off the rest of my makeup from the day before. Man, how much I hate taking off makeup. Finally after wiping it all off, I run into my bathroom & tear off my clothes & jump in the shower. I slowly grab my shampoo and squirt some on my hands & run my hands through my hair. Massaging it throughout my hair just feels amazing. I turn around & wash all of my shampoo out. Then it's time for the conditioner, ugh how much I hated this part. I ran the conditioner through my hair & slowly grabbed my razor, and shaved my arm pits. Then, I washed my conditioner out. Finally, that's over. I turn off the water & wrap my hair up in a towel, and put my robe on. I ran to my mirror, of  course the mirror my mom gave to me before she died. I kinda regret using it because every morning it reminds me of her. I grabbed my blow dryer & dried my hair out. I look at the time, oh great, it's 7:30am. I grab my makeup bag & start throwing on layers of foundation. Then, I get my eyeliner & put a coat on my lash line. I grab my $25 mascara out of the bag & start applying it slowly to my eyelashes, making sure not smudge it. I go to my closet and find my blue hollister shirt, and a pair of hollister size 2 pants. Finally, I go downstairs.

Goodmorning Honey! My dad says walking towards me.

Oh great, here he comes. 

Dad, I have to go i'm almost late for school. 

I run outside opening my car door. I turn on my music. 

You look so dumb right now. Standing outside my house, trying to apoligize, you're so ugly when you cry, please. Just cut it out. Don't tell me you're sorry 'cause you're not. Baby, when I know you're only sorry you got caught.

Finally, I pull up to the school & open my car door. I walk into the gym & all of a sudden I hear a bunch of girls screaming my name. 

TRINITY, TRINITY!!!!!!!! 

Oh god... Here it comes again. 

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