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I got up and rubbed my puffy tired eyes. I trudged my way towards the bathroom, increasing my speed as I soon began to realize my bladder was definitely full. I scrunched my hand out of my jacket regretting the movement as the icy cold touched my skin. My family, had no heat so winters, were tough. Everyone would either have a patchy quilt wrapped around them with twelve layers on underneath or wobble around sporting the latest Eskimo fashion. I placed my hand on the frosty doorknob and turned; it was locked. I slowly lifted my hand and tapped on the door.

“Who’s in there?” I whispered.

“Me!” I heard the light high-pitched yelp of my little eight-year old sister, Madeline.

“Why are you up so early? Go back to bed.” I ordered, a little snotty because of the hour and my bladder condition.

“I needed to pee!” she whined.

“What else would you be doing…” I muttered so she wouldn’t hear. “Well, can you hurry it up?” I whispered a little louder so she could hear.

“What do you say?” She mocked.

“Please.” I said rolling my eyes. I crossed my knees and started to do what Madeline called ‘The Pee-Pee Dance.’

“Alright!” she chirped than opened the door, and skipped back into her room. I quickly zoomed into the bathroom and did my business. After I was done, I walked over towards the sink feeling a little bit more awake. I turned on the sink and let warm water soak into the purple cloth I put under it. When it was fully soaked, I picked up the now dark purple cloth and splashed it on my face, not wanting to rinse it out first. I felt the nice warm water tingle on my face as it soaked into my skin and sunk into my eyelids, lukewarm water droplets fell down my cheek, down my chin, and than traveled downward toward my collar bone and soaked into my heavy jacket. I put the cloth down and rubbed my wet neck and collarbone with the sleeve of my jacket. The sleeves became wet so I curled them into my palms hoping they would dry up.

I began to look around my bathroom, trying to awaken my eyes. The walls were a light sea green with white chips everywhere from the decay my house began to develop. I only had a small shower in the right corner that was a dark blue with a cheap glass door that squeaked every time you opened it. There was a toilet next to the shower, which was a basic white color but had a blue cover on it because of my mom trying to match it with the shower. It didn’t match though, because the blues were too different shades that didn’t exactly match. Behind me there was a plastic white wooden shelves that held various soaps, shampoos and other cleaning needs. I looked back into the half dirty half clean mirror above the sink to face me. Boring ugly me. I had long dark brown hair that went blackish in the winter and reddish in the summer. It was all tangled because I never really brushed it, just kept it in a ponytail to save the trouble and time. My dull brown eyes were lopsided by my huge heavy bags underneath them. I had a normal heart shaped face with high cheekbones and plump lips that were all ways just a little bit more red because of my high case of chapped lips. I became sick of looking at myself so I pulled the hair tie off my wrist and flung my hair into a low ponytail letting a few hairs drop down not caring to fix it. I opened the mirror (which was also a cabinet!) and got out my green toothbrush and cheap sale toothpaste from The Family Dollar with Dora the Explorer on it. I squeezed it on my brush and set it back into the cabinet. I began to brush each side at random times than washed my mouth and cleaned it all up. I walked out of the bathroom and back towards my room. But I stopped when I saw Madeline’s light still on. I knocked lightly on the door, trying hard not to wake my parents, and slowly crept into my sister’s room. She was on the floor playing with her Barbie’s, but when I opened the door it squeaked lightly and her little head flitted up with fright. Her big brown eyes gazed up at me in fear than slowly fading into a huge smile, showing off her two missing teeth.

“What are you still doing up? It’s 6:00 in the morning. Go To Bed!” I said with as much authority I could handle, trying hard not to give into her fake smile and big brown eyes.

“I had a nightmare.” She confessed looking down and beginning to brush her old Barbie doll’s hair again. Her hands were shaking a little and I could see her eyes look from corner to corner under he thick brown bangs.

“Come with me.” I said sadly holding out my hand for her to take it.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she sang prancing up, her curls bouncing on her shoulders as she skipped to my side and grasped my hand. Her hands were surprisingly warm and soft instead of my cold and rough ones I had. My hands were rough from playing guitar for three years that was the one and only cool thing about me. But I didn’t play for the aspect of being cool, I played because I loved how the vibrations hit my skin and made my body and emotions move with its song’s story, going from happy to sad. The climax was my favorite part, where I got to slam on the guitar strings pouring all my strong emotions and laying them out into the song’s story.

I came back to reality, out of my thoughts, and realized Madeline tugged me into my room and already curled up into my bed having those first few dreams. I smiled a little at her perfect subtle face snuggled into my old Disney princess pillow. I opened my dresser and pulled out whatever clothes I could find and a few accessories than tip-toed back into the bathroom to get ready, shutting my room lights off on the way out and lightly placing a small kiss on my sister’s forehead.

When I finished getting ready for school I walked down my steps, trying to remember all the right steps and angles to get down the stairs as quietly as possible. I made it through without falling and only squeaking twice. It was a record. I walked into the kitchen and turned on the light, I saw a whole bunch of empty beer bottles strung across the kitchen. I began to pick them up, three at a time, and putting them into the recycle bin. I made five trips carrying four once in my hand. I grabbed a banana and checked the time, it was 7:00; I had an hour to get to school. I walked out of the house and realized that strangely enough, outside was warmer than my home. Now that said something. I walked out into the end of my small gravel driveway and leaned against our huge oak tree. It was so big and old looking that I thought that Jesus probably touched it. As I leaned against it I tilted my head up and looked at the bottoms lightly colored leaves that were still dangling on to a branch or two. Some even fell down.

Suddenly I head a loud honking sound and jumped ten feet in the air hitting my head on a low branch.

“Ouch,” I said rubbing my head and getting into Liz’s car and buckled up for safety! “Thanks for the wake-up call.” I angrily stated.

“No problem!” She answered looking at me with a huge ‘I’m innocent’ smile on.

The day went on like any other day. Nothing special ever happened to a loser like me. I went to classes, took some test, said hi to Liz, sat in the library studying for lunch, than went to science were I got bombarded by people, as usual, as they tried to shove in a “hello” to the oh so great and powerful Tristan Daniels. Throughout Science, he copied my notes and referred to me as ‘girl’ or ‘you.’ What better nick names could I possibly get?!

I entered my math class gathering my papers that just fell on the floor from the same Goth kid who bumped me in the shoulder yesterday. I guess he wasn't satisfied with just the shoulder, no this time he had to fully tackle me down into the ground and have all my papers and books flung across the floor than walking away like nothing ever happened. Ass.

‘BAMP’ my papers and dropped on the floor as a muscular man knocked into me and made me loose my paper balance.

“Sorry.” I heard a raspy buttermilk voice mutter, I looked up to see whom this heart-warming voice belonged to and realized it was, of course, Tristan Daniels. I rolled my eyes, aggravated at myself for acting like an obsessed girl melting over his voice. I picked up my books and papers and sat down. I abruptly noticed my hair was out of its bun and was tickling my neck and shoulders. I quickly panicked, hoping people wouldn’t notice my failed attempts at layers and frantically put my hair back into a bun.

“You know, your hair looks great down.” My math partner said, her arms were on my desk and she was leaning across her seat, turned completely around. The teacher was talking so I quickly tried to figure a way out of the conversation so I wouldn’t get in trouble. But my lab partner, Roxanne was popular so I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, or determinate the chances of me talking to her again.

“Uhm thanks.” I said.

“You know, when you come over my house to do our project I could fix it up a bit…” she offered with a sly grin on her face.

“Thanks.” I said nervously. Even though I didn’t want my hair cut, or even trusted her cutting it, I wanted her to like me so I back down.

“Anytime! I’m just a gift to the world!” she said, turning around and placing her feet up onto the school desk. Roxanne was wearing high knee laced black leather boots with ripped fish net stockings. She had a skirt on and a black tight v-neck. She was wearing tons of jewelry and her unnaturally black hair with colorful streaks ran down her seat in perfect place thanks to the tons of hairspray she so obliviously used.

I began to write down notes to stop my dreaming of becoming her. Popular, confident, nice and beautiful, everything a girl wanted to be. I looked down and noticed a replay back to the note I wrote on the desk the other day. I smiled at his/her’s silly response. IT stated.

“I wasn't expecting a replay! Haha.”

I replied back:

“Oh well, I didn’t want to be rude! Hehe.”

Go to: http://testriffic.com/story/RaneDropss/47859 to read Tristan Daniel's P.O.V.!!!!!!!!!!!

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