Typical (Editing)

Chapter One- A New Day A New Face

▕ Chapter One ▕

School is whole other song and dance. This is what usually goes down, I go in, some people --who care enough about me to talk behind my back about the things I do in private-- would whisper whatever they heard someone else say (these comments aren't always true) and I would walk by and the bitches would go cricket on my ass. All this shit continues throughout the day, but today seemed a little different.

I got out of bed and headed to my bathroom, which was conjoined with my room. I looked in the mirror like I do every morning. My eyes are a deep hazel and my hair stops below my bra strap. My mother was never in my life, but my dad told me she was Cuban. I checked for pimples or any kind of blemish what-so-ever, as usual there was nothing there; so I proceeded into getting undressed.

I'm a 'big girl' as most would say, but if you ask me I have curves in all the right places. I wear a 40D in bras and an 8 in underwear. My pants range around the size 14-16 and my tops were in-between a M­-XL depends on what it is, what department, and the type of fabric. I exercise, so I'm fit; I also lift weights, in other words (I'll slap a hoe if I have to). Yeah, that's about it when it comes to my physical appearance, I wear makeup on good days and maybe a little here and there on bad ones.

I got in the shower, letting the hot water run on my body as I cleaned in everyplace possible. I like to not only be clean, but smell clean, too. To make that happen I use body wash, duh. I just feel like what's the point in hoes nowadays tryna cover the stank with lotion and body spray. You should have bathe this morning anyway, but that's just me.

I stepped out the shower and grabbed my towel off the rack and dried off. When I was dry I pulled on my robe. Then, I headed back over to my sink and brushed my teeth quickly and thoroughly.

I sat at my vanity mirror; my hair had become curly from taking a shower...I truly don't feel like straightening this shit out right now. I smoothed my hair into a loose pony tail. I want to do a messy bun, but I'll tell you this; that shit ain't easy. After 5 minutes of working with that I finally felt like I achieved it.

I got up and headed for my closet. Hmm, what do I want to wear today? I'm not in the mood for a dress, nor heels. I scanned and scanned and finally I said fuck it and grabbed a pair of black jeggings and a dark blue ¾ sleeve sweater.

I looked in my full size mirror and over viewed myself. I looked decent. I headed back to my vanity mirror and remember that I didn't put any makeup on while I was there. I guess this is an eyeliner and lipstick type of day.

I sat down and went through my makeup drawer for my eyeliners then through another for my lip pencils and lipstick.

I applied my liquid eyeliner in a cat eye design and worked my eyeliner pencil onto my waterline and I was done with that. Now, onto my lips, I grabbed a nude pink color for my lipstick my lip pencil was in a coral pink color. I applied the lip pencil around the shape of my full lips and when I was done I rubbed my lips together to help it blend. All I had do was put on my lipstick, I applied it and looked at myself. Not bad, not bad at all. I walked to my shoe rack and grabbed my brown leather combat boots. I was done. I grabbed my cross-over leather satchel and headed for the garage to get in my car. I had a good hour before I had to be at school, so I could stop by Starbucks on the way to get a hot cocoa. I hated coffee, with a passion.

I got in my car and searched for the keys in my purse, I found them and started it up. I have a Toyota Camry, I've had it since 11th Grade and I'm in the 12th now, so do the math.

I drove until I reached Starbucks, I pulled into the parking lot. No one was there for real, so I can get out a whole lot quicker. I parked my car and got out. As I walked in I let the smell of coffee hit me, I like the smell of it, at least. No one was at any of the registers so I ordered quickly and before I knew it my hot beverage was in my hands. I walked out sipping bits at a time making sure I don't burn my tongue.

This cute guy was walking in, I hadn't seen him around anywhere, but you always meet new people in Florida. He was light skinned like an olive type color, he had full pink lips that made my heart ache a little, and his eyes oh my god....his eyes were mesmerizing. He looked at me as I walked out and smiled, I smiled back. His teeth were white as the paint on my car. I continued to walk out trying to brush the encounter off like it was nothing, even though deep inside there was a tugging at my heart that screamed "Talk to him.", but being the girl that I am he probably already knew what was up with me. "I don't care I'd like to fuck him any day in every way", that's what my mind is saying, but my heart speaks another story.

What I really want is to just talk to him, but do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to get my ass in this car and drive to this fucking school to hear bitches tell me the same shit they been telling me every damn day. I swear I'm getting real tired of this shit.

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