1 Chipped Nail Polish

My alarm clock was ringing through my ears, causing me to wake up from my slumber which felt like 5 minutes, once I finally opened up my eyes I realised how bad my hangover was. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, tilting my head to the side to look what time it was, 6:49 a.m. I smile to myself to realise how early I was for once. I get off of my bed and walk to the bathroom to see that my black hair was a complete mess and my hazel eyes were disgusting looking from the left over mascara. 

I went to a party yesterday and didn't come back home until 12 am, my dad's out of town for the two weeks. It's the first time we've been apart for so long, mom left when I was 8 but me and pops never lost our bond over it. I look at my nails which are stained with chipped nail polish, I sigh slightly and begin to walk over to the shower and turn it on. When the water begins to run, I strip my clothes off and step in; feeling the fresh, hot water hit my front.

After a while, I exit out of the shower and turn off the water, I wrap a towel around my somewhat tanned body and continue to the mirror to clean off the spare makeup. I dry most of my hair with a towel, brushing it out and leaving it to dry on it's own; I continue to make a bee line towards my closet and take out an army green turtleneck and a pair of mom jeans, I proceed to slip them on along with a belt and a pair of socks. I look into the lit up bathroom mirror and begin to coat on some mascara onto my eyelashes, it's all I ever usually do unless it's a special day or if I'm motivated enough which is rare. I hear my phone ring on my small drawer and my instinct to sprint to it but since I know the outcome would be me with a broken toe, I walk my way there instead. I pick up the call and lift the phone to my ear, hearing a sound of wind; already guessing it's my dad.

"Hey Kiara." I hear my dads voice on other line, a smile finding its way on my face.

"Hey pops." I answer, sitting down on the bed; acknowledging that soon it'll time to leave. 

"I know you don't have much time but I just wanted to wish you a good day at school and to have fun whilst I'm gone." He says sweetly, making me smile even wider.

"Thank you very much dad, I miss you so much and so does Kurt." I respond, realizing that I have to feed him, so I begin to make my way towards the living room where Kurt, my ferret is, we got him when mom left and let me tell you he's an old, healthy and fat little man.

"I'm sure you guys do, anyways, I have to head to the office. I'll see you two troublemakers in two weeks." He cooed, car noises in the background.

"Alright then, I'll see you in two weeks. I love you." I smile, walking down the stairs.

"I love you too ki." He answers before I hang up, I make my way to Kurt's cage and see him sleeping in a small, brown/grey tinted fur ball. This is going to sound sad but whenever I see him like that, I have a fear that he's dead; but I always make sure to play with him and spend as much time with him as possible. I take his food bowl out and pour his food in, checking if he has water in his bottle in the process. 

When I finish with the activity I head back upstairs to get my bag and shove all my needed books along with pens and pencils whilst I still have time. I throw the bag onto my shoulders and taking my retro leather. light brown jacket off of my door. My headache reminding me to take some aspirin and pain killers before leaving, once downstairs I do exactly just that and then make a bee line to the garden door to make sure it's locked, I then make my way to Kurt and give him a small pet goodbye. I finally exit the house and lock the front door behind me continuing my way to hell, oops I mean school.

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It was second period and I was already dreading the day, at least tomorrow's Friday. I was walking my way into my maths classroom and realised that today we get a new seating plan; we get one every two months, or at least when Miss Jordan gets bored of us. Most of us stand at the back of the classroom and once Miss is done with the register, Michael Clifford rushes in through the door. I look over to where he is and everything that's on him is on wrong almost as if he was rushing or something, suddenly I get an idea and regret thinking of it. I feel my cheeks and ears heat up and look down at my shoes to not gain attraction to myself, I see and hear Michael walking past to the end of the row next to where his mates Calum and Nathan. They speak for a bit and then break into a fit of laughter, Luke catches my glimpse and I look away as soon as possible not wanting his attention.

"Alright, I'm choosing the seats, as always. And if you don't like where you're sitting I'll either choose a different seat for you or you'll just to tolerate the fact that you're sitting where I want you to." Miss then continues to list out partners and where they're sitting.

"Kiara Davis and Michael Clifford." She shouted out pointing to the table in front of me. We look at each other and his smirk grows whilst mine disappears completely, I make a short bee line to the required seat and sit down, he does the same