Beep beep. "Oh fuck off already" Steven yelled at his alarm clock. Fuck
school fuck everything, he thought to himself. He didn't want to go
school, he didn't want to get out of bed. He was sick of everything that
was going on in his life and he hated it, he hated it with a passion. His
parents were out for the week on a business holiday in Phuket so Steven had
the house to himself once again. It happened alot, they were always out of
town, or the country. He threw his sheets off and crawled out of bed and
strolled into the kitchen. He opened the pantry and pulled out a box of
cereal and a bottle of milk and poured it into a porcelain white bowl and
sat down and ate his breakfast in silence. Damn its so quiet and cold in
this house he walked over to the sink and placed his bowl in the sink and
flicked on the CD player and the heater. He pressed play and Placebo
blasted out the large wooden speakers. Placebo was one on the bands that
got Steven into the mood and got him motivated, he switched the song to
Nancy Boy, his favourite song.
He danced to his room and stripped off his boxers, revealing his pale white skin. He opened the drawers and pulled out the same old outfit, a black suit, shirt and tie. People thought of him as strange, bland and dark. But he thought of himself as stylish and glam, but not like he gave a shit what people thought of him. He put on a fresh outfit and pulled on some black socks and leather boots. He walked down the hall to the bathroom and flipped open he cabinet, hair products, makeup and various body products lined the shelfs, all belonging to Steven. People suspected him as a queer or even as a crossdresser, as he had a fetish for makeup and the like. Steven turned the silver handles on the tap and cold water shot through the faucet, he ran his hands under it and slicked back his shorty cut hair. He pulled out a tub of hair gel, twisted the lid off and slapped a goop of it into his palm, then ran it through his hair, smoothing the front and spiking the back. He washed his hands and returned the tub back to the shelf, then pulled out a small silver compact makeup. Opening the shiny lid he caught a glimpse of a small bloody cut on the side of his neck. Where did that come from? He thought. He dabbed his finger into the ivory makeup and applied it to where the cut was and covered it carefully. He then took the sponge and applied it to his face, it was so smooth and light.
Ring ring. The phone rang from the kitchen, racing down the hall Steven almost slid on a magazine and almost fell over a remote control. "COMING!" He screeched as he made his way to the kitchen. "Hello?" He answered. "Hey Steven man you coming to school today?" It was Ryan, Stevens best friend. "Hey, um yeah today I am, got the graphics assignment thing to do, how about you?" "Uh yeah I guess I have to as well, science. Pssh its a fucking load of shit, I'm sick of these stupid projects and all, I don't have any idea how to do half of it." Ryan replied. "The cars free today, you want a ride?" Steven asked. "Sure if thats alright with you, doesn't bother me, saves me catching the damned bus like always." "Well okay I'll come by your house at about 8:50 or so okay, I'll beep the horn or something, see ya then" "See ya then" Ryan said before he hung up the phone. Steven put the phone in the charger and returned to the bathroom. He pulled out a black eyeliner stick and applied it to his almond shaped eyes. Done, perfect he thought to himself. He walked back to his bedroom and grabbed his bag and the car keys, and slammed the front door behind him. He had a black 1977 Holden Deville, he'd had it for a year now. He ripped open the drivers side door and rambled into the seat and put the key into the ignition and sped around the corner on the way to Ryans house.
He danced to his room and stripped off his boxers, revealing his pale white skin. He opened the drawers and pulled out the same old outfit, a black suit, shirt and tie. People thought of him as strange, bland and dark. But he thought of himself as stylish and glam, but not like he gave a shit what people thought of him. He put on a fresh outfit and pulled on some black socks and leather boots. He walked down the hall to the bathroom and flipped open he cabinet, hair products, makeup and various body products lined the shelfs, all belonging to Steven. People suspected him as a queer or even as a crossdresser, as he had a fetish for makeup and the like. Steven turned the silver handles on the tap and cold water shot through the faucet, he ran his hands under it and slicked back his shorty cut hair. He pulled out a tub of hair gel, twisted the lid off and slapped a goop of it into his palm, then ran it through his hair, smoothing the front and spiking the back. He washed his hands and returned the tub back to the shelf, then pulled out a small silver compact makeup. Opening the shiny lid he caught a glimpse of a small bloody cut on the side of his neck. Where did that come from? He thought. He dabbed his finger into the ivory makeup and applied it to where the cut was and covered it carefully. He then took the sponge and applied it to his face, it was so smooth and light.
Ring ring. The phone rang from the kitchen, racing down the hall Steven almost slid on a magazine and almost fell over a remote control. "COMING!" He screeched as he made his way to the kitchen. "Hello?" He answered. "Hey Steven man you coming to school today?" It was Ryan, Stevens best friend. "Hey, um yeah today I am, got the graphics assignment thing to do, how about you?" "Uh yeah I guess I have to as well, science. Pssh its a fucking load of shit, I'm sick of these stupid projects and all, I don't have any idea how to do half of it." Ryan replied. "The cars free today, you want a ride?" Steven asked. "Sure if thats alright with you, doesn't bother me, saves me catching the damned bus like always." "Well okay I'll come by your house at about 8:50 or so okay, I'll beep the horn or something, see ya then" "See ya then" Ryan said before he hung up the phone. Steven put the phone in the charger and returned to the bathroom. He pulled out a black eyeliner stick and applied it to his almond shaped eyes. Done, perfect he thought to himself. He walked back to his bedroom and grabbed his bag and the car keys, and slammed the front door behind him. He had a black 1977 Holden Deville, he'd had it for a year now. He ripped open the drivers side door and rambled into the seat and put the key into the ignition and sped around the corner on the way to Ryans house.
