"the teenage queen, the loaded gun, the drop-dead dream, the chosen one."

where did everyone go...

we're just havin fuuuun & we don't care who seeeees
 
i missed the bonfire, sorry lol
(black friday shopping consumed me and i was too tired to live)
 
buuuut i'm here, sooo text me hoes

bored.
 
bored.
 
bored.
 
pm meeeee.

i pulled out a deep red sweater from the closet, tucking it under my arm as i continued to rifle through my open suitcase for my pink blouse. i let out a groan of frustration and started tossing things every which way, on a mission.
 
there, in the middle of a mess of blacks and whites and pastels was my pink shirt. a brief smile crossed my lips before i pulled it on and flattened it out by running my palms down the stomach part. i slid my cardigan onto my arms, shaking out my hair and giving myself a brief look-over in the mirror.
 
turn left, check myself. turn right, check myself. turn again, check if my butt looks nice.
 
may be superficial but hey, i'm a girl! we worry about these things!
 
ring, ring. my phone buzzed on the edge of my nightstand, vibrating right off the edge and clattering to the floor. i cursed under my breath, checking the screen and seeing that it was none other than my wicked stepmother sending me a text.
 
"be good, your father & i miss you already!"
 
bullshit. all of it is bullshit. i tossed my phone in my bag before slipping out of my room, pulling on my shoes i was holding once i'm outside.
 
my step-mom was the epitome of fake, and i'm glad to just be away from her for a year, and work on being me instead of what she wants me to be.
 
basically, i'm glad to not have to give a fuck and finally let go.