A bell wakes me but I don't open my eyes or get up, just letting it ring as I try to fall back asleep. It wouldn't hurt to miss first period...or the rest.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I finally wake around third period and moan, standing and throwing on sweats and a plain white tee. I put my hair up in a messy bun, strands of blonde hanging down. I wear my converse and slip my phone in my bra, grabbing my backpack and heading out.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
And I think I'll skip this one. I turn around to head out when the coach catches me, making conversation while herding me to the locker room. Or not...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I change and am practically dragged outside. I stand awkwardly by the door, praying to be struck by lightning or anything that would get me out of this.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside