It was just another Monday morning, as my alarm clock goes off, I smack the clock and groan. Oh how I hate Monday's.
I got out of bed and did what I normally do. Shower, get dressed, hair and breakfast.
I walk back into my room and looked at the time it read 8:15 "shit!" I say under my breath. I missed my bus and I wasn't even close to ready, at least my dad wasn't home to lecture me about getting up earlier.
I plopped down at my desk and started to do my everyday makeup. It just consisted of concealer, mascara and sometimes a natural eyeshadow. I throw on a blink 182 sweatshirt with leggings and my Uggs, since it's mid November.
I walk into hell and walk to my locker where I see my friend, Paige, leaning against my locker, on her phone.
"Hey." I say and shove her out of my way, playfully. Paige is like my only friend because I hate almost everyone but she's different like we're both just the same ugh I don't know how to explain it. But I love her, ...