In the eighteen years I’ve been alive the only place I have ever lived is the huge city of Chicago, and now that my dad is dead my alcoholic mom, that I just met for the first time In my life is sending me to live with my aunt in some little hick town called Athens, Georgia.
I splashed water onto my face attempting to wake myself up. Five thirty was way to early for me to get up after one last late night party at my favorite club. My hangover’s headache started kicking in as I patted my drenched face dry with my favorite dark blue fluffy towel. I looked up into the small square facial mirror to make sure everything was in place. My short midnight black and light blonde dyed hair stood up naturally from the way my hair was cut. The tip of my hair highlighted blonde, the base black. My silver blue eyes were a deeper looking color than usual, though my thin upper lip and thicker bottom lip looked the same as always. I have one lip ring on the right side that I wear a hoop in, and two eyebrow rings on the left that I wear straight bars in. I turn my head to the left to make sure all my earrings were in place. I have seven in each ear, two in my cart ledge, two in the middle, two in the bottom, and one in the inside part of my ear. Then I’ve got a chain from my top cart ledge piercing to my bottom piercing, and looking at my right ear I see the same thing. I avert my eyes slightly down to see my studded choker still in place from the night before.
I then look down at my clothing I’m wearing my favorite suit again. A black shirt , with a large white skull designing the left side small light grey stripes horizontally lining, giving it more texture, a larger light grey jacket with a hood loosely thrown over my shirt, light firm pants wore my legs, and my black World Industries finished my signature look off. I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed my white colored hair wax. I opened it dipping my hand in the circular container feeling the soft cream slide in between my long thin fingers. Taking my hand out I rubbed it against the opposite one and ran them both through my soft hair making it musty feeling. After waxing my hair I turned on the rusting faucet to wash the drying wax off my hands. I looked up at the school like clock in my room through the small bathrooms’ doorway to see it tell me its six o’clock already. I quickly turn around grabbing my plain and simple red tooth brush putting it under the still running water.
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