All of Me


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1. chapter one

I scowled with frustration at myself, looking in the mirror. Damn it, my hair won't go up in a proper bun... I don't even know why I'm messing with my hair, I should be doing homework..., But even I know I don't do that.

It's like three AM, and my damn insomnia is kicking in.

"Screw it."

I tossed my books into the floor and lied in bed.

I took out my phone and explored my Facebook feed.

Usually when I go on, there's always drama. It's either has something to do with a friend arguing with her boyfriend, couples going in out it'd relationships, ect... All bull shit.

The only reason why I have a Facebook is to keep I touch with my friends from my old school.

I moved because I got into a fight, and my mom was so over-protective, she had to take me away from the people that mean everything to me...

*~*~*~*~*

When I got onto Facebook today, there's was a bunch of drama going on about a boy.

He probably broke up with his girlfriend, and all the sluts want him...

One girl made a status about it:

Can you guys just shut up already? He's just a really hot dude who is single. Geez!

*typing*

Me: wait what happened?

Her: have you been under a rock?.

Me: Maybe... Just tell me!

The girl didn't respond after that.

Now my brain won't let me sleep.

All that is going to go through my mind is school, family, making future life decisions, thinking about the past..., and about that mystery dude.

Do I know him?

*~*~*~*~*~*

Waking up at 7 o'clock in the morning is really plain out stupid. What is the point In it? Wouldn't it be easier for everyone to wake up at noon?

*~*~*

Before I got out of bed, I stretched out my legs and arms as far as they could go, slipping out small moans.

I got up and got dressed. I wore a large sweater that went to mid-thigh, leggings, and a pair of Chuck Taylor's.

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror... My hair looks like a tumble weed. I brushed my tangled hair out and threw it over my shoulders. I have rather long hair. So I never have a enough time to make it look "proper" for school.

*~*~*

After I brushed my teeth, I made my way down stairs.

"Good morning, babe," my mum greeted me.

"Good morning," I sighed.

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