#Chapter6
/"I'm coming!/" Yelled my mom from downstairs when the doorbell rang. I had gotten ready about 10 minutes ago so now I’m giving myself a pep talk about the guys coming over.
Why am I so nervous about them coming over? Fuck I shouldn't be nervous! Why was I scared to let them know it was me that night? Maybe I was just in the moment.
That's it I don’t care if they know it’s me living in this house. They know what I'll do if they try any shit with me. Today was a perfect example.
I was dressed in a black dress that reached my knees and flowed out at the bottom. I paired it with my sneaker, I’m already 'dolled up' enough. My hair was let loose going down to my waist and was straightened but curled slightly towards the end.
I gave myself a look over and was satisfied that I didn't look like a hobo though I was pretty close. None of my clothes ever suited me, nothing did but I had no choice on wearing them.