After cleaning up the mess on my floor, I tried my best to wash the smell off my hands. I then looked at the mirror and remembered I had school. I quickly plugged in my straightener and tried my best to flatten my frizzy jet black hair. My natural hair colour is brown, but I always thought my hair looked better darker.
Once I finished my hair I put on a thick layer of eyeliner and mascara. Walking into my room checked my phone for the time. Oh my god I'm going to be late I thought to myself quickly changing into an Avenged Sevenfold shirt that I had since middle school along with black ripped skinny jeans, and leave the house.
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RandomThis is a drama/love story. I apologize for any spelling and punctuation errors I make, because I know there will be a lot. If you have any questions inbox me because I guess I can be quite confusing to some of y'all at times. Thank you for reading...
