Please Don't Put Your Life in the Hands, of a Rock and Roll Band, chapter 2
Chapter One - As Layla woke up from her restless sleep, she hauled herself off of her bed. She looked around the dark room and noticed rays of light trying to enter the room behind her black curtains. Her dark purple walls were accenting the black wood work along the walls. She rubbed her gray eyes and walked towards her closet. She pulled out her Zumiez work outfit as she ran a hand through her oily black hair with red streaks and she decided to take a shower.
She took a shower and then got dressed in a pair of black Capri's from Hot Topic, and she put the pink studded belt and the design-y belt through the hoops on the Capri's. She put her black button-up long sleeved dress shirt on, and pinned her name tag to the left upper hand side of her shirt. She put her wet black hair up into a loose bun, letting random strands of red hair fall out in different places in the bun. She sighed out of boredom as she applied her usual eyeliner and eye shadow.
"I used to have fun when I did my makeup. Now it's just becoming something I do without thinking about it" she said as she closed the case to her eye shadow. She tossed it on the black sink in her bathroom and then walked out of the bathroom. She walked into the small living room and seen her room mate Kerri watching music videos on Fuse.
"Hey Kerri" she said as she leaned on the back of the couch and looked down at her black Capri's. Her eyes got watery from looking at the silver permanent marker signatures and then looked at the TV.
"Oh, hey Layla. This song isn't sad, so why are you crying?" she asked looking at her friend from over her shoulder. Layla quickly blinked to get the tears to go away, and looked up to the TV.
"Too many memories on these pants" she said as Kerri looked back and looked at her pants. There were a lot of signatures from all of their former friends, and a lot of little smiley faces.
"Yeah, do you know why you were disowned yet?" asked Kerri as she turned back to the music video on the TV screen.
"I have absolutely no clue, but I don't need them anyways, as long as I have you and Keegan, I'm happy." Layla said as she also looked at the TV screen.
"Is it really necessary for that girl to like lift her boob while walking?" Layla asked, she was one of them people who hated the way most women in music videos are sluts who degrade the other women in America who actually dressed fully clothed.
"Hey, no dissing Green Day. Just be happy that she isn't shaking her ass with a skimpy outfit on." said Kerri as the music video ended.
"Whatever, well, I'm off to another uneventful day at work, so I'll talk to you later." said Layla as she grabbed her keys and walked out the door. She closed the door and debated whether to take the stairs, or the elevator. She decided the stairs because the elevator was in the basement. She walked down the stairs while messing with the Brick Attack game on her cell phone and she ran straight into the wall. (She wasn't paying attention to what floor she was on so when she reached the basement and turned, she ran into the wall.)
"FUCK!!!!" She screamed as she put her hand on her bloody nose. She walked back up the stairs and walked into her apartment.
"Back so soon?" Kerri said as she kept her eyes glued to the TV screen because Holiday was on.
"Haha, very funny" Layla said in a fake English accent. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a piece of toilet paper, and held it under her nose until it stopped bleeding. She washed under her nose to get the blood off, and then ran out of the apartment.
"Shit, shit, shit, I'm going to be late!!!" Layla screamed in her head. She ran out of the apartment building and ran to her car and quickly got in. She quickly put the key into the ignition, and was scared shitless when B.Y.O.B blasted through the speakers. She quickly turned it down, and put the car into drive. She pulled out of her parking space and she sped away to work.
While she was driving, she pulled her cell phone out, and dialed her phone without looking. She called work so many times before, that she knew where to press. It rang three times, then someone picked up, but it wasn't her boss's voice.
She took a shower and then got dressed in a pair of black Capri's from Hot Topic, and she put the pink studded belt and the design-y belt through the hoops on the Capri's. She put her black button-up long sleeved dress shirt on, and pinned her name tag to the left upper hand side of her shirt. She put her wet black hair up into a loose bun, letting random strands of red hair fall out in different places in the bun. She sighed out of boredom as she applied her usual eyeliner and eye shadow.
"I used to have fun when I did my makeup. Now it's just becoming something I do without thinking about it" she said as she closed the case to her eye shadow. She tossed it on the black sink in her bathroom and then walked out of the bathroom. She walked into the small living room and seen her room mate Kerri watching music videos on Fuse.
"Hey Kerri" she said as she leaned on the back of the couch and looked down at her black Capri's. Her eyes got watery from looking at the silver permanent marker signatures and then looked at the TV.
"Oh, hey Layla. This song isn't sad, so why are you crying?" she asked looking at her friend from over her shoulder. Layla quickly blinked to get the tears to go away, and looked up to the TV.
"Too many memories on these pants" she said as Kerri looked back and looked at her pants. There were a lot of signatures from all of their former friends, and a lot of little smiley faces.
"Yeah, do you know why you were disowned yet?" asked Kerri as she turned back to the music video on the TV screen.
"I have absolutely no clue, but I don't need them anyways, as long as I have you and Keegan, I'm happy." Layla said as she also looked at the TV screen.
"Is it really necessary for that girl to like lift her boob while walking?" Layla asked, she was one of them people who hated the way most women in music videos are sluts who degrade the other women in America who actually dressed fully clothed.
"Hey, no dissing Green Day. Just be happy that she isn't shaking her ass with a skimpy outfit on." said Kerri as the music video ended.
"Whatever, well, I'm off to another uneventful day at work, so I'll talk to you later." said Layla as she grabbed her keys and walked out the door. She closed the door and debated whether to take the stairs, or the elevator. She decided the stairs because the elevator was in the basement. She walked down the stairs while messing with the Brick Attack game on her cell phone and she ran straight into the wall. (She wasn't paying attention to what floor she was on so when she reached the basement and turned, she ran into the wall.)
"FUCK!!!!" She screamed as she put her hand on her bloody nose. She walked back up the stairs and walked into her apartment.
"Back so soon?" Kerri said as she kept her eyes glued to the TV screen because Holiday was on.
"Haha, very funny" Layla said in a fake English accent. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a piece of toilet paper, and held it under her nose until it stopped bleeding. She washed under her nose to get the blood off, and then ran out of the apartment.
"Shit, shit, shit, I'm going to be late!!!" Layla screamed in her head. She ran out of the apartment building and ran to her car and quickly got in. She quickly put the key into the ignition, and was scared shitless when B.Y.O.B blasted through the speakers. She quickly turned it down, and put the car into drive. She pulled out of her parking space and she sped away to work.
While she was driving, she pulled her cell phone out, and dialed her phone without looking. She called work so many times before, that she knew where to press. It rang three times, then someone picked up, but it wasn't her boss's voice.
