Ms. L&M

1.

Chapter 1.
"Iron-faced asshole"

I mumbled through my slumber, dreaming of a soft pillow weighed by my mass and bedsheets draped over my lenient figure.

"Get up, you're late! I'm going to pull you out of bed if you don't leave this instance!"

My unconscious body departed from an addictive comfort that was my bed on to a dense wood floor.

Seconds after my figure collided with the surface which happened to be a noisy floorboard, I finally managed to crack open my eyes, just enough to witness my step mother's panicked gaze shooting daggers in my direction.

"Morning" I gave her a sheepish, almost mocking smile, not bothering to move my heavier than normal, seeming head from the layered with dust ground.

"You're going to be late for your first day of school, you ungrateful mess of a kid" She spit in her native tongue, her voice exhibiting rage and panic mixed into one deadly sentiment.

I agreed with a lazy huff, shifting my cheek, getting it in contact with the floor.

In a bat of an eye I heard my bedroom door slamming shut, signaling that the peace disturbance left my room.

Once the area was clear of so called intruders I decided to elevate, managing to effortlessly push my body up using upper body strength.

Undoubtedly I checked the time on my deactivated alarm clock, located on my nightstand.

Thankfully, mother, as per usual overreacted.

Seeing that I did not have a punctual reputation, I had no room to speak, yet I preferred guarding my position as last person crossing my school's gates.

That aside, it was time for me to get ready.

Firstly I proceeded inside my bathroom, which was conveniently attached to my bedroom.

I hastily did my morning routine, which involved a shower, light makeup, later, I brushed my knot-full hair and last, but not least ended my daily cycle with slipping into an outfit I matched together yesterday, that entirely harmonised my look.

My clothing choice today consisted of a white button up, tucked around my torso, a short, black dress layed overtop, details of black, lace embroidery covered the dresses' neatly stitched sweetheart neckline and most importantly, as the cheery on top, I cinched my waist with the help of my black leather belt.

Since my outfit missed an extra accessory I picked up my often worn, ornamented with white bolts of lightning- school bag and made my way downstairs.

Once down, I caught hold of my filled to the brim- lunchbox out of the fridge and promptly left my home, before any other house residents noticed my departure.

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As expected, I made my way to my new school, nearing the last turn before, a supposed corporate sized structure occupied my field of vision.

Prior to getting any further I felt a sudden urge to smoke, since my subconscious fears kept developing inside and got to tag me in a tiring game of hide and seek.

As I inhaled some toxic fumes in my bronchial, the feeling from before started to transmit itself out of me  and into the whiff my cigarette littered behind itself.

At the time due to stress, I failed to notice that there martched an hourglass figured man, slightly behind, who I estimated wasn't a big fan of smelling that lingered his way.