Chapter 2

<sup>Rylen's POV:

      When I woke up, my hair was knotted and my pajamas were wrinkled. I slowly dragged myself to the mirror where my only enemy stood, staring back at me. I decided not to have something like last night, so I quickly turned and headed downstairs. I walked towards the fridge, and opened it, only to realize that there was little to nothing within it. I sighed, and tried the pantry, but again was disappointed when I realized there was not food in there, either.
      My mother was not in the house and where she was, I never knew. My dad was at work like he always was. Even though the weekends were usually days off to most, my dad spent his long hours at work. I settled for the last bagel we had, and was bummed to see that it was already half eaten. Thanks a lot, Mom.
      I sat at our island in the middle of the kitchen as I ate the half eaten bagel. The radio was on quietly playing the usual Sunday mix, and I sang to a few songs before getting up to throw my trash away. I was still slightly hungry, and decided that I would get dressed and walk to the dunkin donuts down the street.
      As I walked up the stairs I tripped over my own feet, and luckily caught my self on the ramp. I hate being so clumsy, I thought to myself as I finally made it to the bathroom without killing myself. I turned on the shower, undressed, and stepped into the warm water. I sat there thinking about what I was going to do for the day, and then began to wash my hair. After rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I shaved, put in the conditioner, and then washed my body.
      After rinsing out the conditioner, and rinsing off the bodywash, I got out of the shower to dry off. I walked from the bathroom into my bedroom making sure that I wouldn't slip. I closed the door behind me, and began to get changed. I chose my cute yellow sundress that went to a little above me knees. The dress tied around my neck to keep itself up, and it had a belt around my waist. I wore my white gladiator sandals, and my "dance like no one's watching" necklace.
      I looked at myself in the mirror once more before leaving. I didn't see anything but disappointment when I stared at the thick, long brown hair that fell past my shoulders. The humidity made my hair poof up too much no matter what I tried to do with it. The freckles across my face took up too much of my face, and the big brown eyes stared back at me without shining.</sup>

 

^{I was tired of feeling the hatred I felt towards myself.}

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