Novel

Chapter one
Glitter, why am I covered in glitter? It’s even in my eyelashes I think. By the scratchy feeling on my back it’s all over my bed. And with that thought I realize, dam it, I woke up again, that means I have to go through another day. The cracked plaster on my ceiling seems to be taunting me, smiling at my misery. Rolling out of bed just seems to be too much work anymore. I shake my head and try to tell myself it’s worth it nothing can be all that bad. I shuffle out of my bed trying not to trip as I step over the ruin of my life. Men’s clothing in a pile by the closet, a bra way too small to be mine hanging on my mirror. I was right my bed is COVERED in glitter like an inch deep, strange. My clock says its nine thirty in the morning. Crap my roommates are awake, I try to get up before they do so I don’t have to talk to them or even see them. Why did I wake up so late? I slip into the bathroom to get shit started and the strange me in the mirror startles me. It looks like someone drenched me in glitter, there is so much on my face I can’t even see my eyelashes. I jump in the shower to find that my roommates have used up all the hot water, again. This is another reason I try to wake up before they get moving. I do the minimal amount of washing to make sure I don’t smell like the night before thought I’m still not sure what the night before was. Though going by sent I rolled in glitter and cotton candy body spray, maybe I was mobbed by strippers. As I dry off in my room I try to pick an outfit out of the clothing I have left. Somehow most of it seems to ‘get lost’ in the washer. Though I’m sure both of the female roommates of mine are loving my shit. A black built in bra sports top, a pair of dark fade jeans, black and white running shoes, and an I-pod end up as my choices. The dark colors make me look slimmer and the top places my thirty eight D breasts up on prominent display. Walking back to the bathroom means I “get” to see one of my roommates.
“Hey Jazmine, I used the last of your butter and your milk this morning, I hope you don’t mind”
The smirk on her face says she really could care less if I mind or not. Bitch. Becky is about my height and body build though her ass is bigger and my breasts are bigger. Her hair is a nice rich brown and her eyes are the same. She would be really pretty if she didn't think she was already sooo pretty. I make a vague movement with my head something I hope will look like “ya whatever” and keep going. Looking in the mirror I add the little bit of makeup I wear, black eyeliner, black mascara, and a plumping lip gloss. I run some hair goo through my dark red hair and pull it up with a hair tie leaving a tail as thick as my wrist that still tickles my shoulders. I walk out of the bathroom into my house trying to get to the kitchen without having to see any more of my roommates. I get there just in time to see another of my roommates, male this time, finish my OJ; it’s not worth the fight. I grab an energy bar and a Full Throttle from the stash in my room. I’d drink coffee if my pot wasn't always full of my roommate’s old tea or mold. In fact most of this house is like that, I’d cook if the pans weren't always dirty, and I'd have friends over if we ever had clean plates.
I grab my sunglasses sweet little black on black wrap around ones, lock my room and leave. As I step into the glaring sun of my so called “lovely” city I slide on my glasses and start to walk west towards downtown and hopefully shade. Four blocks an about three songs later and I'm in the shadow of the first casino, the giant clown stares, smiling maniacally, down on us poor humans. I take a deep breath glad to be out of the sun. Turning south I head down the “strip” as if we were some big town. I try not to make eye contact with the many bums that litter the streets; if you don't make eye contact they won't try to beg anything from you. I swing into a small door between a liquor shop and a pawn store (or is that a liquor store and a pawn shop). It leads to stairs that go up to some of the shittiest apartments I've ever seen, but this is where the man lives. I knock on his door.
“Who the hell is it?” comes out through the door, with how gruff his voice is I know he’s been up all night.
“Terence, its Jazmine, let me in” the door creaks open to show one bloodshot eye in an otherwise handsome face.
Seeing that it really is me the door opens the rest of the way and a hand motions me in. The apartment I enter is clean-ish if really run down, the only mess is the mass of gum wrappers and half empty water bottles all over the floor. And glitter all over the table.
“Dam ‘love’ I hope you didn’t party away your stock” I say with a grin. He glares at me and turns around to survey the mess in his living room. He has this voice like he’s trying to sound English, like England style. He always sounds almost ridiculous.

This is only the first bit, I'll add more if you all like it...