The sky is so tragically beautiful. A graveyard of stars.

*Beep,Beep,Beep*
I roll out of bed in search of where that annoying sound is coming from. Slowly and whilst still half asleep I finally find my phone with the alarm going off, looking at the time I noticed that it was seven in the morning and let out a huge groan. Today was going to be the first day of hell, aka, the first day of my senior year of high school. Not want to think about it anymore I throw my head back and my feet of the side of my bed. The floor below me feet is freezing cold causing me to slightly shiver but I quickly make my way to the bathroom and turn on the shower as hot as it can go. Stripping off my Of Mice & Men over sized shirt and underwear I step into the shower and let the scolding hot water beat against my skin until it turns the color of a deep red. Shaking myself out of my head I decide that I better shave my legs, shampoo my hair and get on with the rest of my shower.

After the shower I make my way, still half asleep to the mirror and plug my blow dryer and hair straightener in and switching on the straightener so it can heat up while I go to get dressed for the day. Walking over to my closet that is over stuffed with band t-shirts, black skinny jeans and vans shoes I settle on a black long sleeve shirt, a pair of very tight and torn black skinny jeans, also grabbing a pair of maroon vans and my undergarments. Quickly throwing them on before the cold winter air can nip at my skin and I make my way back to the bathroom so I can blow dry then straighten my hair. Next I take a long look at my face in the mirror and disgusted by what I see I move to my makeup stash and apply a full face of makeup so I can be a lest somewhat presentable.

Once all is said and done I grab my black bag and make my way down stairs making sure to grab my car keys. At the bottom of the steps I get stopped by my mother. “Honey your breakfast is on the table.” Avoiding telling her the truth I just push through as I shout “I am almost late, I have to go” but in reality I just didn’t want to face the idea of eating so many calories. In one swift movement I throw my bag into the car and slide into the driver seat of my 1964 red Chevy Impala. School is about a thirty minute drive which gives me enough time to release my anxiety by blasting some Bring Me the Horizon and Of Mice & Men.

As I pulled up to the parking lot my fate came face to face with me, nothing has changed, my best friend still left me during Junior year, the popular kids still try to fight with me and the teachers still don’t give a shit about anyone. With one final deep breathe I take the keys out of my ignition, grab my bad and force myself out of the car and into the hallways of hell. Managing to avoid making eye contact with anyone I shove my head phones in my ears and try to block anything out. “This is not what it is only baby scars, I need your love like a boy needs his mother’s side” plays on repeat in my ears. Well that was until someone yanked them out of my ears as soon as I stepped into one of the schools bathrooms. Not wanting to cause anymore conflict I look up and there they are… my own personal torture crew; otherwise known as “the crew” which included every popular and well like girl in the school. Before I was able to even process what happened I got punched in the cheek and fell to the ground.

Notes

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