Blondie Brownie

#twelve#

Tring.

She grunted and turned away from the noise.

Tring tring.

Ash didn't want to wake up.

TRING TRING TRING TRING TRINGALINGA TRING.

Even the alarm clock seemed to be mocking her.

She knew she would have to get up and go take a shower.

Because school.

Ugh, who even invented school.

Ashley sunk back into her duvet. Maybe she could just miss one day-

-and spend the day alone with her dad.

Ashley was already on her way to the bathroom.

Face her friends or face her father?

There really was no choice to be made.

She looked into the mirror. 

The bruises were almost gone. 

Nothing a little makeup couldn't cover up.

She stared at the bottle of concealer in her hand.

She had a sudden urge to throw the bottle away and walk to school, head held high and bruises on display.

Then she shook her head and opened the bottle.

Who was she kidding?

Twenty minutes later she was in the car, a granola bar awkwardly sticking out of her mouth at she stuck the key into ignition.

Here goes nothin.

And that's when she realized she was wearing her bunny slippers.

She groaned, forcing herself out of the car and back into the house to put on proper shoes.

Her dad was sitting at the dining table, glaring at the coffee mug in hand.

That obviously meant he hadn't got the job.

She tried tiptoeing around him, because he seemed pretty engrossed in the coffee mug.

"Where do you think you're going young lady?"

Hey guys, just wanted to say that school is starting tomorrow. That's crazy, but I'll be in 11th grade, and I dunno how often I will be able to update.

I love you guys.

Rue.