Chapter 1-Irina

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Irina

I woke up with something furry licking my face. I cracked my eyes opened and saw my cat Salma happily licking my face i groaned "Salma get off me i don't know where your tongues been"

"Mee-owww," was all she replied.

I opened my eyes to there full extent and rubbed them sleepily, I yawned and kicked my legs over the edge of my bed. I feebly touched Salma and she immediately started purring. I rolled my eyes at her and got up with my bones creaking. I walked onto my bathroom combed through my hair with my fingers.

I wasn't gothic,people just labeled meas gothic because of my hair. I never dyed it , it just had natural deep red highlights , i guess my eyes were different to i mean they were ice blue but had red and violet flecks in them. That wasn't the only thing odd about me. When i was little i had this little red mark on my arm that over years made its way down to my hip. It was a saying that was in a different language but the whole thing had fire around it like it was actually on fire. For being alittle pale skinny and hair like this i was labeled as gothic. I guess that your typical L.A highschool crap. I even got vampire once it was all hilarious.

Sometimes for fun i would wear alot of dark makeup but my my mom hates it. We had just got back from thanksgiving break and it was deciding to be cold this winter so i could where pants if i wanted to.

I went pee and then walked back into my room and decided what i was going to wear. I pulled out some black jeggings and a striped gray long sleeve v-necked shirt that was tight fitting. I grabbed a ivory lace bra and headed back to my bathroom. I struggled with the jeggings for awhile but i succeeded. I slipped on the shirt over my skinny torso and looked at myself in the mirror. The shirt was kind of low but it showed justenough cleavage. I grabbed a grey knit hat off of my hat rack and slipped it on. I didn't have to pin there it was one of thoses hats that look like a floppy barret and hung on the back of your head. I put a thin line of eyeliner around both of my eyes and mascara; i debated on what lip stuff i should wear and i decided on a deep shiny purple.

I looked at myself in the mirror, approved and walked out. I was a cross country runner and i was all about being in shape; i hate to brag but i have a six pack. I love wearing tight clothing so you can see my nicely toned arms legs and abbs. I slipped some socks on and grabbed my grey vans and pushed my feet into them. Salma came up and rubbed me and purred. She is a tortishell so she orange and black and small, she abosolutely adores me. I went back to tying my shoes and jumped when i saw that they were already tyed. I stared at my shoes trying to remembertying them but i couldn't.

I decided to shake it off, so i grabbed my Purple backpack and walked down to the kitchen. My mom and dad already left for work. They work at a publishing company and always get called in early leaving me here. It was fine i grabbed a choclate and mango scone and grabbed a bottle of water. I slipped the car keys off its hook and skipped outside. I unlocked my car and stepped in side it.

I grabbed my ipod out of my backpack and looked for my lipstick. I skimmed through my ipod for awhile until i came to Believe by The Bravery. I finished my scone and applied more lipstick.

I revved the engine and pulled out of our drive way. I drove past a movie set with Bruce Willis, and the La Brea tar pits. Finally i made it to the wretched highschool. I parked my car and slung my backpack iver my shoulder and grabbed my key all of a sudden my car locked. I jumped and looked at my hand, I was clutching the key not the lock button.

I shook it off and walked into the zoo/highschool. I ddn't have any friends,because everyone was scared of me for some reason. If someone talked to me it was tomake fun of me. I didn't mind being alone though,it gaveme time to think. I was the smartest person at the school, all my classes were easy even though i took A.P classes for everything.

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