Going Out
I look at myself in my cheap floor length mirror on my closet door. My favorite gray Nirvana shirt is paired with a black skater skirt that reaches mid-thigh. As always my black All Star Converse are on my feet showing my Pansexual pride tattoo.
Once I have my long black hair wrangled into a french braid I grab my my Saint Christopher's medal and slip it on. "Saint Christopher, phone, and bag... what am I forgetting?" I mumble to myself as I circle my room.
"Keys might be important," my mom startles me from my thoughts, standing in the hallway.
"Right, that's what I need. Thanks," I reply brushing past barely sparing a glance and snatch my keys from my dresser by the door.