OLIVER
"He Is Royalty"
The fuck? Is this some sham or what? I toss my phone to the other end of my bed I have too much shit going on now to care about than some random notification
I lie on the bed staring at my ceiling that looks like any minute It'll come down crashing on me, this apartment was the only thing my money could get.
Well, it's not that bad if you ignore the leaking ceiling, a bucket has already been stationed there to fix the situation temporarily,
The bulb dangling from the ceiling in the parlor, it's been blinking for a while, I've been saving money for that cause it's disturbing to see the blinks of dim light from my room, my room is another misery itself but I don't let it ruin my day
If I go on to describe the shabbiness of this place, you'll have no pity left for me but I'm grateful though most people out there, has it worse than me so I won't bitch about it
I sigh
Its morning and that means I have to drag my lazy ass out of bed
"Okay sadness when we get back from work, we will have a tea party later as for now I need to work"
I sashay my hips to my bathroom I refuse to let bad things over shadow the good shit for starters I'm pretty as fuck, feisty as a one eye cat and cute like a koala due to my petite size I had to learn how to defend myself
It was bad like gorilla butt bad but it worked out later, I worked out later. After brushing my teeth squeaky clean I stop my tracks dead in front of my halved mirror I contemplated replacing it but it felt like me broken, incomplete but its shard can be used as a deadly weapon
Yeah, that's me. Things been rough lately, after my grandma died, I died don't be deceived it's no longer the Oliver you see and my pretty ocean eyes has been drained and filled with sour and acid if you get what I mean
My skin is very pale earning me questions from time to time whether I'm okay I shoot them my usual response
"I swallowed the sun and pooped out a moon"
Its evident I haven't been eating properly but the cheap vegetables make up for it,
I'm no vegetarian but life has it way of turning you into things you would never think of, seriously my 15 years of eating all the kinds of meat changed in the blink of an eye
My God-given plump lips are 11 out of 10 sometimes I find myself staring at it too, oh don't let me even get started with my chestnut hair and its curls makes people mistake me for a girl, I never ever joke with my curls
And I don't let people touch only for a good fuck though, light freckles dance across my cheeks, and my nose so small I wander how I breathe
After checking myself out for the umpteen time I took a quick shower and put on my happy combo, A light pink tank top screaming "Fak U" and a short shorts/skirt I don't get the design at all that's why I bought a ton of them and it fits my plump ass well
I paired it with a black fish net socks that stops on my mid thighs putting on my half dead half alive sneaker, I have a problem with society every fucking day complaining about my clothes, how I look, throwing words at me
"that's not what guys wear",
"Your too feminine" blah blah blah
Can't they see gay vibes going on here? They should take their views of me and shove it up their alien hole
I wipe an invisible tear even cheap stuffs looks magnificent on me my phone goes off again and I scramble my bed to pick it up expecting my usual morning banter from my bestie, Phil, only to see that dumb notification again
"Sod off I don't give a crap about becoming a celebrity!" in my failed attempt to block the notifications from coming, I stupidly clicked on yes
God I'm an idiot. What's weirder is that nothing showed up again huh? I picked up my Dior bag that cost me 2 months' worth of my savings till now I still don't regret it, from the side of the bed bumping my toe into the damn lamp stand making me hop on one foot
"Fuck I won't curse at you cause you did nothing wrong" I shove my phone in the bag about leaving my apartment casting one last glance to my bed
Why can't I just rot in bed all day that sounds much better than working
Idiot you need the cash
Shutting the door behind and bolting in the many locks adding padlocks as the finishing touch. I breathe in some fresh air.
Keys in my bag (the last time I lost it, it was bad), Locks bolted (last time I forgot, it was extremely bad), my head on my neck, I'm good to go. I danced my way to hell, feeling the positivity reeling in only to realize I stay on the top floor
"Why are there so many stairs!!?"