The sun barely began its climb towards the beautiful raven sky, painting it with reds, yellows, and oranges, of the dawn. The young whitette was already bustling about in the guest bedroom, getting readyfor her first day of school. She sat upon a padded stool in front of a mirror gazingupon her marred face. Allen often covered itup with concealer and foundation. She couldn't handle. . it was cruel for a 15 year listen to. As she managed to cover every mark upon her pale silky face, she fixed her platinum-blond hair so it would look nice under her black beanie. As soon as her hair and make up where done, she put on her white sleeved button up and her black leather leggings that fit like a second skin (not that she truly minded). She soon put on her boots and glaves, her binder and headed out, going to kitchen for breakfast which was already awaiting her.
Allen's POV
I sat om the table, thoroughly enjoying the feast that was laid out for my dear uncle and I. When I finished inhaling my meals, I glanced upon the clock, realizing I needed to get to school and fast. My uncle, being the lunatic he is, picked me up, threw me over his shorulfer and into the car, and drove, basically, burning out in the street. "Bloody 'ell!" I screamed as my accent thickened with each passing second in the car. After a few hair raising mimutes, the car stopped in front of a very depressing looking highschool full of students milling about in the morning. Stepping out the car, my uncle waved and sped off like a demon was out to get him. Not too long later, while I was sitting under the shade of a strong oak tree, I heard a yell.
"STRRRRIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKEEEEEE!"
An: ThaNK YOU FOR READING. IT IS 1:44 in,the morning and I cant sleep. I hate Texas. Its hot.