Mondays... (chapter one)
*Beep* *Beep* I groan and turn over in bed to stop my alarm clock, blinking open my eyes.
Once I get up, I head for my closet to grab clothes. Choosing a pink collared shirt, black skirt and white sweater I walk to the bathroom.
As I get changed, I look in the mirror and blick mu leaf green eyes, unsurprised. My pure white hair was like an afro every morning.
I quickly brush both my hair and teeth then head downstairs to grab my things
I grab my book bag, lace up my brown ankle high boots, and snatch a cereal bar before running out the door to see my bus pull up.
Hopping on I see my best friend grave flagging me down, arms waving. Her hand was barely visible behind the seat. She is 5'6, while I'm 5'10. I know, I'm kinda tall for a 15 year old girl.
" hey there, chatterbug, how are you on this hell hole of a Monday?" I say to her before yawning.
"Oh hush you pessimistic human. Its beautiful outside."
"Mhm. Sure it is." I mumble before drifting off again.