Tyler Berry's Story

Smashing my hand down, hard, on the annoying alarm Puck insisted I put on every night (so I can't say I woke up late when bunking school) I run a hand through my soft hair and slide out of my single bed that I demanded Puck paint black and I stuck rhinestones all over - My room was similar in keeping with the black theme and large posters of 'Paramore' & 'The Killers' block out the pink my room was painted when I was around five; Puck refuses to do anything (Like repaint my walls) unless it really needs work.
Biting my painted red, stumpy nails I walked down our thin corridor to the tiny bathroom, showering quickly and getting dressed into one of my favourite outfits, yes, it was most probably too much for school but did I care? No.
I then turned to face the mirror and applied my make-up, backcombing my hair ever so slightly.
I then set about running downstairs, singing at the top of my lungs to wake up all the other flats - That'll teach them for banging on her door at 3am, asking her to turn down her music! How dare they?
Kissing Puck on the cheek, whom just managed to drag himself from the mess he calls a room, and rushes out to the school bus, arriving to many stares and whispers - Grinning she sits at the back and listens to her music the rest of the journey.

Once at school I walk down the center of the hallway, causing all the bodies to split apart as I approach, again more whispers erupt from their mouths and I grin, walking over to her locker which was between a boy (Tyler Berry) wearing clothes too bland for mt taste but I didn't mind too much - He wasn't bad looking - and a girl wearing an Olympic jumper.
Flicking my chocolate hair out of my face, I lick my gleaming red lips and unlock my locker.