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It was dark in her bunk when Amor opened her eyes. She couldn't see anything since the curtains were drawn and all the lights were blocked out. She sat up and felt a wave of exhaustion roll over her as she hit her head on the top of the bunk. She collapsed and closed her eyes again. 'Damn' she thought as he slowly opened her eyes again. The darkness made her tired and she reached over to the small curtain and pulled it open. a burst of brightness attacked her eyes. She covered his eyes with her pillow over her head. She felt like she was smothering herself. The girl removed the pillow from her face and sat up. She was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Her tattoos on her body were exposed as the covers fell off of her torso that was covered by a tank top. She stared up at the Bunk's ceiling. Amor ran a hand through her bright pink hair and she sighed softly, chewing onto her lower lip. She pulled the covers off of her body and tossed them to the side as she slipped out of the bunk, standing up and stretching her arms to wards the ceiling. She heard a crack from a body part and walked over to her bag, pulling out a pair of hott pink zebra shorts and a hello kitty tank top. She ran a pink studded belt through the belt loops and tied her necklace on

Amor walked into the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The blood shot eyes was a give away to the rough night she had and the bruise on her cheek gave away that she might have gotten into a fight with a guitar or something. She couldn't remember. The girl turned the water on and washed her face, till all the eyeliner and bright pink eye shadow that was smeared across her eyes was off and she applied more eyeliner and bright pink eyeshadow around her bright blue eyes. She ran hand through her hair again and straightened out the mess, making it lay flat and in her eyes. She walked out of the bathroom and slipped on her hot pink heels . Amor grabbed her grey Escape the Fate hoodie and threw it on, throwing the hood up and pulling the door to the bus open before slamming it closed and walking down the stairs towards her car that she had brought on tour with her thankfully. If she hadn't she wouldn't know what to do without it.

Amor dug around in her hot pink zebra stripped bag for her keys and pulled them out of the mess. She opened the car door and slid into the car, admiring the leather interior. Her brother and father brought the cherry red mustang for her when she was younger and she still loved it. She slid the key into the ignition and turned so the engine roared to life then went into a quiet pur. A smirk was plastered onto her lips as she drove towards a night club. She just wanted to get out tonight. She rummaged through her bag with one hand on the wheel as she took out a cigarette and opened the window as she lit it and inhaled the toxic smoke. It filled her lungs and she exhaled. It wasn't long till after she finished her first cigarette that she pulled into a club parking lot. She smiled lazily and turned the car off, gathering everything she needed and putting them into her purse as she opened the door and slid out. She slammed the door close and heard the reassuring sound of a lock. Sighing softly and running a hand through her hair, patting it down and making it nice for one. She slipped the keys into her bag and walked towards the club door, her heels clicking against the pavement as she pulled the door opened and was instantly hit with the smell of smoke and alcohol.

The music was loud and just right for Amor as she made her way in. Amor headed straight to the bar and pulled out a stool to sit down on. She let her purse hang off her shoulder as she adjusted her shirt and the straps. She sighed lightly. "Can I get a Jack and Coke" She asked as she took out her fake I.D and flashed it to the bartender. He must of known that she was underage. Amor really couldn't past as over eighteen sometimes. She was small and childish sometimes and didn't look like she could play the part. The bartender slid her a glass as she smiled at him and brought it to her lips and taking a sip. She should of gotten a beer. She couldn't get trash. She hated getting trashed before a show.

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