The Last 15 Minutes of my life (an interpretation )
My body sank into the warm orange comfort that is my shag carpet. There is something about that unruly orange mess that makes it impossible to not lie on. I sprawl out, like a burmese cat, all limbs and stretches with no intention of looking graceful. My mother comes to the door and smirks.
"You’re a slob child"
"No Lissa, Im an adolescent, A-D-O-L~"
i never call her mum, i call her by her first name.
"Will you put colour in my hair? I got it cut today and I look like a boy, so i need it to have blonde parts to be feminine"
"Yeah Ill colour it."
"Can i have $50?"