A cheery family gushed in while I gloomy went out.
Nowhere.
I've got nowhere to go.
I was breathing so fast I feel like my lungs just collected excess air and deprives billions of living organisms---
Sleek black Sedan rolled just as I was exiting the beat-up fence.
My frantic heart sang with the ringing drums my ears played. This mislaid my reality to nightmare. I swear if my mouth won't open this time I'd be sewing this for good.
I averted gaze to my ex-fellow bedspacers though they sent daggers at me I feel like I've been stabbed all over my gorgeous body.
"Seriously? Yes! I wouldn't have to put up with your booze smelling breath every morning at the table." Anna glared like those cheerleader wannabes. She's pretty. Shashaying her long blonde hair. We would hit a precise point of friendship if it weren't for her wrong placed jealousy.
"Get over it. And get over your 'Whose got the longest hair fetish'. Dye your hair black because it suits your personality." I flipped my brown braided bum-level hair as I made my way out.
Only to be brought back up again by a surprise hair pulling stunt.
" Know your place girl. Sad to say you don't have class and brains and manners." Patricia, the second in command.
I twirled to see her pixie cut, violet coloured hair. Nice. No. Well, her hair is.