I realized the old 1st chapter was utter crap- too long, waaayyy too descriptive. So, here's the re-do- enjoy!
The old alarm clock placed directly above my head sounded off, seeping into my dreams.
"No… no! No! Oh God, my legs… you bastards!" I sleepily yelled—it all sounded a lot louder in my dreams. Finally I realized my alarm clock was trying to wake me up, and I groggily sat up.
"Oh. It's the morning again… joy." I ambled over to my mirror to take my over-dyed red-and-blonde highlighted hair out of the braid I kept it in at night. I quickly threw on my outfit for the day- a plaid skirt and a black Gorillaz band tee- and then began applying liberal amounts of eyeliner. What could I say- I was 13, and you know how 13 year olds are- they try too hard.
I snatched the shiny chi-pod from the dresser in the corner of my room and slumped down the stairs for breakfast, not even bothering with making my bed.
Right as I arrived in the quaint kitchen, my father and two younger siblings got in the car to start off their own days, either at work, school, or daycare.
Good riddance, I thought. I preferred to spend time with my mum, but sadly she was in an expensive drug rehab, and you can't get much out of petty letters exchanged each week.
Right as I turned on the crappy black oven, I shuttered.
"The hell…?" I muttered aloud, not really caring since everyone else had already left. I felt as though I was being watched. I parted the apple-decorated curtains and peered out the window, but didn't really accomplish anything since it was only 6:45 in the morning and you couldn't see a thing out.
I shrugged off the incident and continued cooking breakfast- one lonely egg. I was on a diet as usual, and thus wasn't eating much at all.
After breakfast, I ran back upstairs and brushed my teeth, then hurried back down to throw on some old black chucks. I was actually going to be early to school (or so I thought), so I switched on the TV to waste some time until it was late enough to leave.
I ended up killing a little too much time, though, and once the episode of Ren and Stimpy I was watching finished, I checked the clock- it was already 7:30. School started at eight, and I didn't have my jacket on yet.
I threw on a random black jacket and placed my bulky headphones over my ears—since those stupid little earbuds didn't fit into my tiny ears. Once every light in the house was turned off, I slung my retro book bag over my shoulders and headed out the door.
It was pretty cold out, since it had only just turned spring, but I didn't mind. I started down the suburban street, with 'Murdoc is God' blaring from my headphones. I was an avid Gorillaz fan, proudly owning three of their shirts and an album, but I didn't over-do it. I mean, other kids thought I did, but they should've met one of the crazy fan girls. I had a crush on the lead singer, and to my dismay, the bassist as well, but I kept that to myself. It would be embarrassing if anyone knew.
All of the sudden, a garbage truck rolled around the corner, and I realized it was Thursday- garbage day. I simply assumed my father took out the trash and continued the mile-long journey to school. A couple more feet, though, and a pang of fear shocked my stomach.
Someone was watching me. I turned my head casually to see who it was, and immediately let out an audible gasp. A man in a black overcoat was standing on the sidewalk parallel to the one I was traveling on. He had messy black hair and tanned skin- in fact, it almost looked green.
He looks a lot like Murdoc Niccals, I thought to myself. In fact… he's an exact look-a-like.
I quickened my pace without drawing too much attention to myself and was infinitely relieved when I rounded the corner and spotted the crossing guard.
But I couldn't stop thinking about that man.