Days as Dirk Day 2

Days as Dirk
Day 2

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Your name is dirk strider, and you are just now waking up. Your room is lit with sunlight seeping through your window. You stretch before sitting up in your bed and taking a deep breath. You’re remembering your encounter with your father last night and that just irritates you. Your run your fingers through your hair and stand up, walking over to your desk and opening up your laptop. You open up your pester chum application and message Roxy. Whenever your father has done things to irritate you, you talk to her. It’s your only way of venting, and releasing your anger.

TT: Hey.

It’s pretty early for him to be awake, so while you wait for a response you grab your orange and white towel from a hook that’s hanging on your door and walk to the bathroom to take a hot shower. Maybe that will release some of your inner stress. You walk into the bathroom and lock the door looking at you in the mirror. Your eyes, you get them from your mother. She always told you that they were what made you special, and that some people won’t like that. But you should always be proud of them. Your mothers’ eyes are a beautiful amethyst color. They have such a beautiful glow to them. Your hair is short and bleach blonde, and you always style your hair with styling wax. You pull your shirt off over your head revealing a tattoo you have oh your right arm that is normally covered by your shirt. If your father ever saw this tattoo your sure he would try to murder you on the spot.

You grab your toothbrush, putting some tooth paste on it. You begin to brush your teeth, spitting in the sink a few times and smiling at the mirror to see your teeth better in the mirror.

Once you’re satisfied with your teeth, you pull off your tank top and observe your body, a few bruises finally fading. You take off your pants, leaving you in your light blue rainbow dash boxers. Turning the water on you wait for it to get hot before stripping out of your boxers, and stepping into the shower. The hot water running down your chest and back relaxes you. You tilt your head down soaking it in the soothingly hot water. You slick your hair back out of your face and stare at the walls of the shower as you let your body relax.

You tend to take long showers, it seems to bet the only times you think clearly. Staring at the walls and whatever steam clouds your sight, all while thinking of your future. You have applied to a few local collages all that have amazing music majors. You can see it now your future just waiting for you around the corner. Maybe you’ll be able to meet someone nice there. You and Roxy have a complicated relationship, but you just don’t see her in a romantic perspective the way some people would imagine. Right now all you want to do is keep up your grades at school, and get out of your parents house as soon as possible. A relationship will have to wait, at least until your on your own.

You lather your hair with shampoo and let the water was it all away. Thinking about how close you are to your future is probably the only thing keeping you going so strongly. That and Roxy is always going to be right next to you supporting you. Someone knocks on the bathroom door loudly. "Dirk hurry I have to shower and get ready before the bus gets here."  You sigh and finish up your shower, and step out. Grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your waist, holding it up with one hand and holding your clothes with your other hand. You exit the bathroom and go into your room, shutting the door. You throw your dirty clothes into a pile on your floor and grab fresh clothes out of your dresser.

You get dressed and sit down at your desk. Roxy has responded to you finally.

TG: hey, dirly
TG: *Dirky, wats up?

TT: Well I just showered.

TG: Oh struder, ya tryin to flaiter me
TG: *Flatter

TT: definately
TT: But also, I wanted to talk to you about my asshole dad.
TT: as usual he had some shit to say when I got home.

TG: K wat hapned?

TT: well, I got home late and long story short. He got in my face again and once I was in my room he started yelling at my mom again.

TG: wow, he is such an arshoel
TG: *Asshole
TG: well at least noboudy got hurt dis time.

TT: Yeah, but still i can’t wait to get out of here.

You look at the clock and realize that its 6:30, school will be starting soon. And if you’re late again your parents will get a call from the school. That won’t end well.

TT: hey, I got to go to school.
TT: I’ll message you later.

TG: oktay, tlk to ya later stridle

You exit out of your chat and slide your laptop into your back pack along with your homework and shades. You leave your room and walk down stairs to the kitchen where your mom is serving your younger brother breakfast at the table. "Good morning dirk, I made waffles for breakfast." your mother tells you with a smile on her face. You sit down a crossed from your brother.

"Morning, that sounds good." your mother makes you a plate and sets a cup of orange juice in front of you. You sip it; you taste that bitter sweet taste that only happens when orange juice and tooth paste residue collide.

"Hey dirk do you think I could hang out with you today after school? Meet some of your friends?" your little brother asks you curiously. You notice that he has a pair of your shades on his shirt.

"yo, dude not cool. Give those back." you point to the shades.

"But, I need them." your brother frowns.

"Why would you possibly need them?"

“Some kids at school won’t leave me alone about my eyes, so... if I hide them like you do then they will leave me alone. And dad says-" you interrupt Dave.

"Give them back, you didn’t buy them. If you’re having trouble with bullies tell your teacher." Your brother reluctantly hands over the pair of pointy shades and looks down at this breakfast." thank you."

You can hear your father walking down the stairs. Even the way he walks is arrogant, hell the way his footsteps sound its arrogant. He walks up behind you and sits next to Dave. You look at your food, barely eating. "Morning, Dave did you do all your homework last night?"

"Yeah, even the math." your brother smiles. Their relationship sickens you, to think that your brother could care for that monster is discussing. You have always vowed to never treat your partner the way that he has treated your mother.

"You hear that dirk, you could learn a bit from your brother." you roll your eyes at this statement and stand up putting your plate next to the sink and kissing your mother on the cheek.

"I’m going to go to school now."

"Have a good day sweetie, I love you." your mother smiles at you and you smile back a bit.

"I love you too mom." On that note you’re out the door heading to your car.