I'm Counting Every Lie

2: cookie

I made an account for this Oli on Instagram so I'll be posting what he would.  @ TheSykoWicca

Still Monday

The floors creak with each step I take down the wooden stairs. Sneaking around my house is really hard to do but it's not like I have to sneak around that much.

Walking  into the dim lit kitchen I yawn and go to run my eyes but freeze. I cant do that or I'll smear the black eyeliner and purple eyeshadow. Instead of messing up my makeup I get a cup down from the cabinets. I'm still pretty short but hopefully I have a growth spurt soon before I stop growing,  it would be inconvenient if I was 5'6 for the rest of my life.

I'm not short short but I'm not tall. I'm average for a woman. Oh god, I'm Frank iero's hight. People call him short. That just makes me feel even shorter.

The house creeks a little with it's old age. My house isn't small but it is ancient. It has a lot of character and charm, but like most old houses it has a unique, distinctive smell to it. It's kind of a damp and musty odor, and it trust me its very pervasive and hard to remove.

The roof leaks when it rains but we dont have enough money to higher someone to fix it. Honestly it's not a big deal. Pots and buckets catch the water and we only have two spots that leak. Although I say it's no big deal it kind of is. The rain water seeps into our walls and makes the old wallpaper peel and that's the reason it has the smell.

It's also a bit drafty in the house. Our windows are open if it's not raining so our house can air out and theres less of a chance that we die of some kind of mold poisoning.

When I grab the coffee pot the sleeve of my hoodie gets in between my palm and the handle do to its oversized length. As I pour the hot steamy liquid caffeine into my mug with one hand, my other arm is wrapped around my waist and I'm grabbing onto my belt loop.

After pouring an excessive amount of sugar and creamer into my coffee and its stirred up I sit at the table. I dont bother turning on lights in the morning because I always forget to turn them off before going to school and then I end up getting in trouble for wasting the power.

I put the ceramic mug to my lips and tilt it back. Instantly I regret it. The hot coffee burns my mouth and after I swallow it, it burns my esophagus. I flinch and cover my mouth. My brown green eyes flicker to my mug and I frown a little. It hurt me.. I narrow my eyes slightly but then put it down and cross my arms.

While that cools I'll get my breakfast that I almost forgot about. I get up out of the wooden chair and walk back to my kitchen. I'm never truly hungry in the morning but if I dont eat my stomach will growl in a quiet class and that's embarrassing.

I settle with two poptarts and bring it back into the dark dining room and open the silver wrapper. I'm running low on time so I wont put them in the toaster. I take small nibbles at the edges taking off the crust all around it. It's still yummy but it's the worst part so I eat it first so the middle will be better tasting.

I sip on my coffee as I eat. Footsteps come from down the hallway and into the laundry room. It's my mum, I can tell from the heaviness in the steps. My dad's are slower and harsher while my mum's are softer.

She comes in from behind me and ruffles my hair. "Mum, I just fixed it," I grumble trying to fix my messy hair. Maybe I should have straightened it. I should have.

"Sorry cookie, are you almost ready?" She asks softly with a chuckle.

"Maybe. Hold on," I say jumping up and abandoning my spot and running up the stairs rather noisily. I rush into my room and turn on my hair straightener. I go to the mirror as I wait for it to get hot enough. I put on some matted purple lipstick on and then panic because what the fuck am I thinking? Lipstick to school? I'd be bullied even more. I wipe it off and fix my foundation.

By the time my face is fixed its probably hot enough. I go to the mirror and start getting rid if the curls as I straighten my hair. It take a while do to my thick hair but after I'm done I add hair spray to keep it perfect and unplug my purple straightener and then go downstairs and see my mom putting up my trash and cup.

"Thank you, I'm going to walk to school now. Have a good day," I tell my mum.

"Bye, you too," she says as I pick up my notebooks and cradle them in my arm. I close the door behind me and look at the sky. It feels like it's going to rain, I hope it does because I need some more rain water for some of my potions.

As I walk I hug my books to my flat chest. I think I might should have been born a girl. Only because I'm so feminine and I think it would just have been better. Maybe. I'm fine with being a guy it's just the fact I get picked on for wearing makeup that bothers me. I would wear skirts but I'd rather not be harrassed about it.

They would end up saying I'm trans, I'm not. I'm completely fine with being a guy and having a dick. I actually like it. I also like feminine clothes.

It only takes ten minutes of walking in the cold air to get to school. I dont like the cold but sometimes its relaxing. It its outside and I have a jacket on. Its fall so it's not too cold but I still cant wait to get inside.

Once I get to the fancy school I keep my head down. I dont know why I put on makeup, I dont want attention. I just wanted to be pretty. Nervously I make my way through the full hallways to my locker and see kellin looking confused. He's messing with his lock on his locker door.

I walk up to mine and open mine he looks at me pouting. I put my books away except for one. "What was my combination?" He asks fixing his shirt because his sweater was slipping off his pale shoulder. He looks good in oversized clothing. I hope I do too because that's mostly what I wear.

His sweater is a soft pastel yellow that matches his yellow flower crown. "1993, I think? Is that a year something happened?" I ask. Its 2011 so that's 18 years ago but he's 16 so it's not his birthday or mine because I'm 17.

Kellin's cheeks go red as he opens up the locker with that combination. "N-no, just a random number," he says and takes out a book.

"Uh huh," I say because I think he's lying. He nods and looks at my shoes.

"You got purple?  I liked the green," he says. I look at my shoe laces with him. I like the purple better. I shrug and then the bell rings telling us we have ten minutes to be in class or we will be late for class. I close my locker and me and kellin start walking to our first class.

We have a lot of our classes together and we are into a lot of the same things so we stick together. I heard Friday that  we has some big assignment in art, I hope it's nothing to do with partners. I hate people. Art is my second class and kellin has PE or something for second block.

Thoughts?

Kellin?

What do you think when you hear idiotic badboy?

Vibes?

Is this too boring?

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