I took a shower and changed into something that seemed apropriere to meet my saviors family.  I put a black knee-length skirt on and a black t-shirt with a hood on the back. I look in the mirror and sigh at me reflection.  I hate the way I look, I look like a crapy looking painting. I have long black spikey hair that covers my black eyes. I brush my hair quickly till it becomes straight.  I mess around with my bangs and than I slide my black converse boots on. I rub my pale skin nervously. I mess with the bottom of my skirt then I braid my hair ever so carefully.  I look at the clock and realize he is going to be here in a few minutes. This is it I think to myself.