Manage Me, I'm A Mess

:Jack's p.o.v.:

I had heard from my parents that some people were moving into the house beside ours. My mum had cracked a few jokes on the teenage boy that the family had. "Jack, maybe you can meet up with the boy." She said on one occasion, suggestively wiggling her eyebrows. I just rolled my eyes in reply.

Today was Sunday, meaning tomorrow I would go to school and hopefully meet the boy. I wondered if he had a good music taste...

I sighed and rubbed my temples. It was around 11:30 p.m. and I still had to sleep. I rolled over and shivered, the cold attacking my body. I pulled the large quilt over my small body and cuddled up to it, instantly warming up.

~~~~~~ The next morning. ~~~~~~~~

I woke up, somehow the quilt had ended up on the floor beside my bed. I sat up, running my soft fingers through my, now, messy bed-head hair. I swung my long legs over the side of my bed and stood up, walking to the shower.
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I stepped out of the steamy bathroom with a towel around my waist while water dripped from my hair. I walked to my closet, pulling a pair of black skinny's, blink-182 shirt, and a studded belt. Don't you dare say studs are 'so 2008' because studs will never die. Just saying.

I pulled the tight clothing on and slipped a few rubber bracelets on my wrists before working on my hair, spiking the back a bit and messing with my fringe. I added the last bit of hairspray I had to my hair and pulled my black Vans over my black, cotton socks.

I jogged down the stairs and grabbed an apple as my mum greeted me. "Morning sweetie!" She chirped from the table, my dad nodding in agreement as he kept his focus on the newspaper he was reading. "Morning." I gave her a toothy smile before biting into my apple and exchanging the words, 'I love you'. My book bag sat at the doorway and I walked to it as my dad made his way to the car to take me to the most dreaded place that people call, school.

It took around fifteen minutes to get through the traffic to the place full of teenagers, hormones, teachers, and disgusting food. I walked up the steps and into the hideous place. My locker, thankfully, was close to the doors. I could get to it easily, and get out of school faster.

Notes

Oh gosh, this was short. I'm very sorry.