Pastel Dweeb

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its 6:00 am, my alarm buzzed suddenly. I hit the snooze button on my piggy clock and roll over groaning at the thought of getting our of bed, I eventually find myself asleep again, dreaming about a land where I never went to school. the sound of my alarm buzzes through my ears again. I burrowed out of my piles of blankets and opened my eyes to a squint. the sunlight burns my eyes but I get through it and read the time on my phone. "7:30" I read allowed in a hushed morning voice. I roll over only to take a second for this new information to get to my head. "SHIT" is all I can manage to say as I spring up causing my dozens of stuffies to fly up in the air. my thick purple braids cover my face as I hop out of bed and run to the closet. I pull on my skull leggings and my favorite pastel corset shirt. I run to the kitchen and pour some day old coffee. I popped a piece of bread in the toaster and pet one of my cats while driving the wretched coffee. I heard the toast pop up from the toaster. I could hear my annoying druggie brother coming in the room. I really wasn't in the mood to be insulted so I grabbed my toast and hopped back into my room, trying to avoid my family as much as possible on the trip. I put on my concealer, liquid eyeliner, blush and fake lashes at my mirror and tried to give myself the best smile I could achieve in the morning. I packed my art bag full of my dozens of supplies along with my phone and charger, a wallet and a small makeup and hair cleanup kit. I grabbed my bag and some a hand full of hair things and ran back downstairs to grab the last thing I needed which was my old fuzzy sweater. Well I call it a sweater, its warm like a jacket, covers my hands and goes down to just above my knees. this was the sweater I wear everyday, its like my trade mark. Everyone can remember me by its kitty hood, the patched up hole in the back and gigantic pockets. I slipped on the sweater, pulling my incredibly long hair out. then fixed my knee long hair into two buns with my skull bows and ran out the door, leaving toast crumbs everywhere.

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