Something you don't see Everyday

As usual, my morning started with an annoying buzzing in my ear. Groaning, I reached over and pressed every button on my clock until I found the one that shut it off. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"Fuckin' Mondays," I muttered, annoyed at having to start the cycle over again. I honestly hated my life. Not only did it suck, it was monotonous. Sometimes I wondered if I was in Hell. It's supposed to be repetition, or so I've heard. Gathering my clothes, I went to shower. My name is Denise Smith and I'm a Goth. Don't like it? Fuck you. I was born different. In fact, my right eye is blue and my left is green. I want to stand out. Eh, but why am I unloading my problems on you? Sorry about that. After my shower, I wiped the mist off the mirror.

"...damn. Still no one behind me with a knife," I grumbled. I had a habit of talking to myself. It's not that I want to die. That's an emo. Don't confuse us. I just want something DIFFERENT to happen. I guess "guy with a knife" is kind of . Anyway, I examined myself in the mirror. Why the fuck didn't I have a boyfriend/girlfriend? I was bi! That means I have twice the chance! Oh well. Maybe it was my constant swearing. I had a great body. 5 ft, 7in tall, I weighed about...oh fuck you, I'm not telling. I'm not bloated, that's all I'll say. I've got nice B cup breasts. I know that's not very large, but the shape is perfect. My skin was pretty pale, mostly because I have trouble dealing with the sun for extended periods of time. Screw the outside, I didn't need it. My hair was blonde once, but I dyed it black with red tips. I put on my clothes (black pants, black tank top, gloves that reached my elbows, boots, and a choker collar) and went to get something to eat.

My little brother was already eating by the time I got downstairs. I knew I'd have to drive the little shit to school again by the fact he was eating cereal. That meant my parents were already gone. He made clicking noises at me as I came in. I have a tongue piercing and for a while, whenever I spoke, it hit my teeth. He thought it was hysterical. Hence why he's a little shit. Are you getting all this? There will be a quiz later. I opened the fridge and swore.

"You bastard!" I snapped. "You used all the milk!" "Snooze you lose," came the mature reply. I suppressed the urge to punch him and put some bread in the toaster. That's when I noticed...