Meeting Mr mean

I rolled on my bed uncomfortably. I didn't know what the fuck was obstructing my sleep but it was literally frustrating.

"Arrgh!" I grumbled as I sat up. "What the heck is wrong with this bed?"

I yawned and tugged my pillow against my chest, turning to my side clock.

"Oh my gosh!" I cried as I jumped from my bed. "10:00am?!"

My parents were definitely going to kill me. I was sure my mum had done the chores and was planning to hit and trouble my ass.

I jumped from my bed and gadded to my bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and pressing a paste against it.

I stared at myself in the old three feet mirror in my bathroom. I indeed looked terrible, as Linda had stated the day before. My eyes were swollen even though I didn't cry that much. I only cried when I was on that asshole arm. My hair was in such a mess that if a child saw me, he'd definitely think I was a zombie or something.

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