I woke up when my body was used to getting up. About seven. I realized that I was still wearing the same clothes that I left Juvie in. I looked to where a closet was. Which was directly in front of me.
I got out of the comfy bed and made my way over it.
Please, God, don't be pink. No pink. I know I don't really ask a lot of you, or don't really believe in you, but like, if you are real, please, no pink, I'm begging you.
I opened the closet and there was a lot of pink. But the whole closet wasn't. A black t-shirt and some ripped jeans were on a shelf. Thank you, cosmic being looking out for me. I grabbed both and put them on. I still had my combat boots on and I didn't want to swap out shoes. Besides, I loved those shoes.
I looked at my hair through the mirror on the vanity. It was a tangled mess. I grabbed the new pink hairbrush and brushed my hair. I would wash it when I got home from not going to school.
Yeah, there was no way in hell that I was going to school for a whole day.
There was a bathroom in the room so I went in and did the normal stuff. I noticed that there was a bag of some sort laying down on the vanity. I opened it and there were brushes and makeup. Now, I'm not one to cake on makeup but when it's there and I haven't used it in a long time, I was gonna use some.
I put on the foundation that was there and applied some mascara, dark eyeshadow, and winged eyeliner. I added some darker lipstick to the mix and there we go. I hadn't lost my touch.
I walked out and went down the stairs. I saw a black backpack on the counter and I quickly raced by it, swiped it, and ran out of the house. My wallet was in my back pocket as I walked out of the development. There was a convenience store right outside of it. I made my way there first.
The guy at the counter smiled,
"Welcome to Wal-"
I rolled my eyes as his voice was drowned out by my footsteps. I went to the back where the paint was.
Tagger tip: always know where the paint is.
I didn't need a lot. Just some black, blue, and green paint. I put them in my bag I looked to see the security camera that was positioned just inches away from me. I smirked. Getting back into Juvie might actually be easier than I thought.
I flipped the security camera off and walked towards the food. Grabbing a bottle of water and a protein bar.
I walked to the checkout and put them on the belt.
Stealing tip: always buy something small. It's easier to get away before someone realizes that they're missing paint.
The guy probably just thought I was a kid getting some breakfast before school. Half true. The other half consisted of buying spray paint and vandalizing the school's walls before school started.
Simple. I would be expelled before the bell.
The guy smiled again. God, why is everyone in the real world so smiley?
"Is that all?"
I nodded. He rang me up and I handed him a five for a purchase that was six dollars.
"Um, you're missing a dollar."
"Oh, damn it."
I pretended to rummage in my wallet for more money, while also hiding the thing from him so he couldn't see the wadded-up cash.
"Just give me a second," I said as another person showed up.
The guy shook his head, "I'll let it slide just this once."
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Yeah I was in Juvie. Get over it.
Teen FictionCarmen is screwed up. She's been in and out of juvie all her life and seriously there's no place she'd rather be. Until she gets released from juvie unexpectedly, given a probation officer, and forced to live with a normal family and go to a normal...