Certified Car Wrappers

5:45 A.M. Some people might be fast asleep, in the middle of an exciting dream. Some people might be heading out to work, fighting off the yawns while concentrating on the road. Jenny was awake; her hair separated into sections. The first layer was straight, and the second layer was on its way to being the same. The straightener was steaming, the smell of burning hair was very distinct in Jenny’s little bathroom. But beauty comes at a price!
7:15 A.M. Some of those late sleepers might just be rubbing their eyes awake. Some people might be running to catch the early bus. Jenny was sitting at the kitchen table, a steaming English muffin on the plate in front of her. Steaming much like the way her burning hair had been hours earlier. She easily spread butter around half the muffin, and began crunching away at it. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, after all.
9:30 A.M. Some of those late sleepers might still be sleeping. Some people might even be eating an especially late breakfast. At least late to some of us. Jenny, however, is sitting in government class. She has a spot right in front of the teacher; her phone is safely tucked away in her purse. She is listening to her teacher groan on Economics; Prisoner’s Dilemma and Game Theory. Jenny thinks she should be listening, but all she can do is think about the upcoming Spanish test, in 5th hour. A button goes off in Jenny’s brain, and she snaps to attention. Better to pay attention and get an A than, well, you know the alternative.
12:55 P.M. Some people might be sitting in 6th period, listening to their physics teachers talk about slopes, or velocities. Some people might be getting off an afternoon flight in Los Angeles, but then again that’s just an idea. Jenny is just throwing away the uneaten, whole wheat noodles off her Styrofoam lunch tray. They are covered in what is supposed to be cheese sauce, but looks more like yellow colored water. No wonder the whole tray lies uneaten in the bottom of the trash can.
3:05 P.M. Some people might be walking into the orthodontist’s office, ready to have their teeth straightened and moved around. Some of those elementary school kids might be starting with their last class of the day, math or science maybe. Jenny is driving. Everyday her mom picks her up at precisely
2:55 P.M. Everyday, Jenny gets behind the wheel of her mom’s dull blue van, and drives home. Today, the last of the winter snow storms are working on melting. Jenny slides over a slick spot, the car swerving, similar to a bobble head. Her mom grabs the wheel. Jenny is done driving home.
6:00 P.M. Some people might be sitting down with their families, enjoying a nice warm meal of spaghetti. Even more of those elementary school kids might just be leaving Adventure Club. Jenny is running. And dribbling. Basketball practice, she thinks, is a love/hate relationship. She loves the good feeling inside when you make a left-handed layup; left handed. Nobody, not even Jenny, enjoys running seven suicides. Without a break in between. The bright side? What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
8:45 P.M. Some people might be tuning in to the end of American Idol’s newest top 24. Some people might be star-gazing, as the star’s in the sky slowly begin to reveal themselves. Jenny wraps a towel along her dripping wet hair, pulls on some pajamas, and unwraps her hair. This takes around five minutes. The next five minutes are spent brushing out the knots in Jenny’s newly washed hair. It might’ve been said before, but beauty comes at a price.
12:00 A.M. Some people might be just hitting up the clubs, ready for a night on the town. Some people might be waking up to the sounds of sirens on the highway. Jenny is fast asleep in her bed. One piece of hair is in front of her nose; with every breath she takes it rises into the air. As if it was floating…

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