I looked into the mirror, and panicked. My hair was a mess, I had bags under my eyes, not to mention the huge spot creeping its way on to the surface of my nose. Granted, it was 10 am and I had just gotten up. But so! I had already come to the conclusion that I look god awful now. So therefore I would for the rest of the day. I pulled the warm sheets off of me, and braced the cold air that hung just outside of it. I dangled my feet of the edge of the bed. "I could just go back to bed" I muttered to myself. "Play it sick, tell him another day." It was pointless, this was first date I had had in seven months. I can't just pass it up! You've done this so many times! Well, not loads... And the last date... "Don't!" I yelled out to myslef "Now, don't be such a little $#@$. You can do this! It's just date, don't think about the last one!" I shook my head. My last date was... Well lets just say I ran out of the movies. Wearing the popcorn I bought.

Shower, then do your hair. Dressed, makeup. And your out of the door on time! I told myself over and over that it would be okay.

Friday, it had crouched behind me, while Thursday pushed me over. I didn't think it was going to come so soon! I stripped off and made my way across the cold tiles to the shower, stepping inside and pulling the glass door shut. I turned the knob and jumped to the side, as to avoid the cold spurt of water that came as a mandatory part of showering. After a few seconds of clinging pointlessly to the slippery sides of the shower, the warm water began to flow and I cautiously let myself into the flow of the water. It was heaven. But I didn't have time to get into it, I grabbed the shampoo and set to work on my hair. After a quick hair wash and leg shave, I jumped out before I got tempted to stay in longer. 1'oclock, that was when I was meeting him. We had been texting for the few days we had before our date. He was a complete charmer! Telling me how pretty I was all the time, I woke up to a text saying 'Good morning princess'  It was all charm talk I knew. But still I let myself get all giddy over it. Like some little school girl I giggled at every single text he sent me. He hadn't been at school, he said that he needed to help his mum with moving in and stuff. Kind of sweet. 

After the worlds quickest shower I ran upstairs with my towel hanging pointlessly on to me, covering half of my left breast and my middle section. Pushing my door open I dropped the useless towel on the floor. I yanked open my draws, letting my hands dive in risky looking draws. I searched the black hole till I pulled out my hair dryer. Along with a large tangle of wires, "!*$%..." I muttered. I fumbled about till I found the plug for it and slammed it into the mains. Holding it to my hair I let the almost to hot wave of air pulse over my hair. I hated drying my hair it took the piss and was boring. After a tedious ten minutes of drying my hair, I flicked the slightly warm switch of the hair dryer off.  

Getting dressed, this was the worst part I think.  My hands slowly reached out to the handle of my draws, dancing for a second on the smooth surface of the rounded handle. Then promptly yanking it open, my eyes rolled over the neatly laid out shirts. I sunk my hand into the deepest reach's of my draws and pulled out a cup cake cult shirt, it had a psycho looking nurse on it, and was blood splatted.  I grinned, it was one of my favourite maybe it was my slightly cynical side or just the fact it had a half-naked girl on it, but I loved it all the same!  I gently threw it onto my bed and watched it float down through the couple of inches of air that I had left between it and the bed, to land perfectly in place on the sheets.  After that I turned to my floor “Jeans?” I said out loud, expecting them to come to me. “Maybe not…” I said padding over to the window, to see the weather. Blazing heat. “For @^@&s sake…” I grunted this kind of heat meant I would have to wear my shorts or worse… a skirt! I scanned my floor till I found something that looked somewhat like shorts. Kneeling over I picked them up in a quick swipe, I was right they were my shorts at least. Simple black denim with nothing to much else to add. “They will do I guess” I sighed placing them on top of my shirt. A grabbed my last few bits, knickers, tights (Fishnets) Socks then with a slight feeling of regret, I got dressed.

“You can pose all you like in the mirror; you look the same at every angle!” Said an annoying, familiar voice. I turned slowly round to see a tall slender figure stood in the door way, my mother. “So where are you going?” She asked looking at me judgingly. “A date… I told you on Tuesday I had one…” I muttered, looking down. “I know that. But where are you going” She hissed a little. “The cinema” I grunted, picking up my backpack preparing to leave the room. “Oh… how nice. Is he vampire?” Her voice slipped a little. “…Yes” I hissed shoving past her and making my way to the stairs. “So, I’m guessing I will be meeting him soon.” She shouted from the top of stairs. I stopped my feet sliding a little under the laminate flooring; slowly I looked up into her face. A small flame of her fear showed under the hard dark eyes. “Yes… Don’t get the stakes out! I will do it for you, after all you don’t want to fall and break your neck getting them form that hidden shelf in your room! ...Didn’t think I knew about that, did you…” I continued to stare at her, accusing her of crimes she wanted to commit. “Those… are for protection.” She slowly let out. My eyes sparked, my own mother had wepons set to kill me, in my own home!“Form me?!” I shouted “FROM ALL OF YOU!!” She screamed back. Suddenly she recoiled, she looked scared. Scared of me and what I could do. I could rip her apart in seconds! It would be no effort, I would slip up the stairs, amke my way over to her... end of, not even time for her to scream. “Pathetic !^$#@...” I growled, opening the door and stepping out into the sun.  Smiling a little I ended with “Get the door” Then walked down to my bus stop , Leaving the door open.

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