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CH1:Taryn

Today is going to be the first day back to school and it is going to absolutely suck some donkey butts. You want to know why? Let's just say that I hate human interaction, in addition to my whole bitchy nerd attitude that makes most of the weak hearted folks to  steer clear away from my scowling face.

Being Taryn Alvus , the girl with the weird name and with the frown that is hidden underneath a thick 500 or so pages makes alot of people wary and anxious whenever I share breathing space with them.

Even though I have this whole aura that screams bad omen and lock your doors because I'm the monster who fantasizes about barbequing your sorry asses! I'm not letting it step in the way of my freedom, I'll do whatever it takes in order to finish school even if it means that I have to s..s..ssmile at others -ugh the horror! School is about'one year from being over and then it's no more.So really it's both a relief for me and for these poor students who find me the green monster. I mean I just want to get away from all of the stress, the homework, projects, annoying teachers, and the stereotypes.And they can live their happy lives without sensing  my black reaper mode.

As I'm just getting ready for school, I put on my favorite black hoodie that has the Spiderman logo on and one of my many black skinny jeans. After that I put my hair in a two pigtails. Don't judge. Pigtails are for everyone!
But I mean can you even imagine what type of a person I am ? I'm the type that wears pigtails and people would still be scared shitless from .

I skipped my way downstairs ,where my mother has been preparing breakfast.

"Oh my, oh myyyyyy.I think I have walked right through heaven .Mhmm the smellllll I can't resist it anymore mothehhhh "I said whilst taking all of the smell in.

"Come on, sit down and start eating before your siblings devour all of the food." She told me with a smile on her face.

I sat down and started eating from all the delicious food. One of the perks of a having a Lebanese mother is that they can make some sick delicious food.

My mother is a very beautiful lady with her thick silky straight coconut hair and her big kind hazel eyes. I wish I looked like her but I'm different, I have black hair that's wavy at its ends and big eyes that are the color of your poop after you've been constipated for so long and you've finally got the poop out, they're blackish brown but I prefer describing them this way.

"Mama, I am walking to school." I shouted to my mother who was trying to wake my siblings.

I have an older sister and an annoying teen brother. My sister got married a few months back. Unlike her I don't seem to exert enough effort to change my single status. I'm not interested in trapping myself in a so called "romantic relationship". Guys fucking suck. It's that simple, and I don't plan on changing my mind any time soon.

"OKAY HONEY, TAKE CARE" my beloved mother shouted back, as I began my trip.