A/N: Hey, my account seemed to be messed up for a while, and it wouldn't let me submit any fanfics. Then, due to not logging on, I forgot my password and didn't bother getting a new one :/ But I'm back, and I hope to continue making fanfictions!
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I groaned, rolled over in bed and smacked my hand down on my alarm clock. Why did I have to get up so early for school?
Okay, a bit about me. My name is Sydney. I have hair that is just past shoulder length, and is dyed black with blue tips, and blue framing my face. I tend to wear dark clothing and listen to rock music, so people assume I'm emo. Let's get one thing straight. I am not emo. I am a goth. There's a difference. Emo's like black, are fascinated by death, and pretend to listen to good music. Goths like black, are not fascinated by death, and actually do listen to good music. So yeah.
I'm new to this area, I only moved in maybe a week ago due to my parents getting divorced. So I came to live with my aunt.
Back to now...
After I turned off my alarm I turned over again and started to doze off.
"Sydney! Time to get up! Don't you dare go back to sleep on your first day at school!"
"I'm up, I'm up. I'm up!" I yelled back to my aunt.
"There you go. Get dressed, breakfast's ready!"
I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes blearily. Yay...school. Please note the sarcasm. Sighing heavily I pushed myself up off my bed and stumbled over to my closet to pick out my clothes for the day. After rifling through my clothes I finally decided on a red T-shirt with the Winged Skull logo on it. They were an awesome band! Anyway, I chose that shirt, and went with black leggings and my black converse. I walked over to my vanity whilst brushing my hair. Now, I don't usually wear make-up, but today was an exception. I kept it simple though.
Once I'd put on my concealer and foundation I drew on my black eyeliner, top and bottom lids, and a dark purple-y coloured lipstick. I trudged downstairs to see my aunt standing at the frying pan.
"Rolls and bacon alright with you?" she asked, smiling slightly.
"Yep! When would I not be okay with bacon?" I replied, immediately brightening up a little.
I sat at the table and pulled my plate across the table towards me, dividing up my bacon so I could have two rolls. I glanced at the clock and stood up, one roll of bacon in my hand, the other hanging out my mouth.
"Mm mnna mmd mph fow fo mm cmm fnmph phe phool." I mumbled around my food.
"What? Honey, I can't understand you." Aunt laughed.
"I'm gonna head off now so I can find the school," I repeated once I'd taken the roll out my mouth again. I then stuffed my face again.
"Alright, hun. See you this afternoon."
"Mmhmm." I agreed.
I pulled on my new hoodie. It was long, reaching my knees, and had one of the large hoods, the ones you could fit about three heads in. I loved it, and it was from my favourite shop, Hot Topic. There was a large grey skull on the front, both the inside of the hood and near the bottom of the front (where the pockets were) were striped with white stripes, and the brand was Abbey Dawn. Although I had only gotten it the day before it was already my favourite coat.
I grabbed my backpack, slung it over my shoulder and headed up to my room. Upon entering I picked up my acoustic guitar (which was in a guitar case) and pulled it up over my other shoulder, holding on tightly to the case strap. I went back downstairs and suddenly remembered: I forgot to feed Max! Most people thought Max was male due to the name, but she's female. And she was my Husky. I loved her to bits. I walked into the spare room where she usually rested in the mornings and petted her softly to wake her up.
"There's a good girl," I crooned gently. "Come on, we'll go get you some breakfast, huh girl? Come on, Max." I stood up from my crouching position and walked off, patting my leg to signal for her to follow me.
"Aunt, Max needs breakfast, is there any extra bacon?"
"Yes, hun, it's in the microwave. I was going to reheat it for you when you got back from school."
"Well I'm just gonna have to go without. Here you go, Max." I pulled the plate out of the microwave and placed it on the floor for her, and she stuck her face right in it.
"Well, I'm off. Bye, Auntie!" I waved and opened the door, squaring my shoulders and preparing myself for the upcoming day. Here we go... I thought.
I pulled out my iPod, put in my headphones and switched it on, smiling as Winged Skull came on. I headed off in what I hoped was the direction of the school, quietly humming along to the music.