ReyaMorningkill
The Blood Splattered One
The phone on her night table beeped and vibrated but somehow Sin was sleeping through it, until her phone vibrated itself from the table and crashed to the floor. She hung off the side of the bed, her vibrant blue eyes straining to see through her disheveled raven locks. She rubbed her eyes and with a yawn unlocked her phone. A curse escaped her as she scrambled from the bed. She had exactly 7 minutes before the bus would be there. Falling out of bed she desperately searched for clothing. A clean black tank top, good. Fresh socks. Jeans from yesterday, good enough. Struggling to get dressed Sin found herself toppling over but she had managed to get the tight jeans on. She quickly tried to put her arms in the sleeves of her hoodie while at the same time slipping her feet into her shoes and nearly toppling over again. Sin slug her bag over her shoulder and rushed down the stairs and out of the door just in time to see the bus pulling up to the stop. Close call
High school. If Sin could roll her eyes any harder they would of fallen out of her head and rolled home to go back to sleep. She hated it. Sin was a beautiful girl by anyone's standards but her alternative style of dress often gave people the wrong impression and if that wasn't enough her mouth was able to finish the job. Sin had what she often refereed to as verbal diarrhea, not that she cussed a lot but that the things that came out of her mouth didnt go through a filter. Brain to mouth, something that always got her in trouble. Same routine she had been absent mindedly doing for a week. The bell hadn't rang yet but Sin went to her first class anyway, slamming herself in one of the back seats before fishing in her bag for her sketchbook. She began to doodle with no particular design in mind as she waited for the bell to chime and her soul to get sucked from her body.
High school. If Sin could roll her eyes any harder they would of fallen out of her head and rolled home to go back to sleep. She hated it. Sin was a beautiful girl by anyone's standards but her alternative style of dress often gave people the wrong impression and if that wasn't enough her mouth was able to finish the job. Sin had what she often refereed to as verbal diarrhea, not that she cussed a lot but that the things that came out of her mouth didnt go through a filter. Brain to mouth, something that always got her in trouble. Same routine she had been absent mindedly doing for a week. The bell hadn't rang yet but Sin went to her first class anyway, slamming herself in one of the back seats before fishing in her bag for her sketchbook. She began to doodle with no particular design in mind as she waited for the bell to chime and her soul to get sucked from her body.