Narrative P.O.V.
Grasping the overly-large clip in her hand, she combs the plastic brush through a head of rustic brown hair once more before pinning it up along with a deep red headband. Turning to her dresser she opens a few drawers, pulling out a long white tank top with lace at the bottom and a black midriff hoodie with white lines down the sides and arms.
She takes a moment to change into that before returning to her drawers to pull out a pair of navy, denim pair of tight jeans. Pulling those on along with some blue and grey striped socks, she pads a soft blue colour over her eyelids and takes out a pair of red hoop earrings before hearing the usual morning call;
" JILLIAN!!! BREAKFAST!!!"
Jillians P.O.V.
" I'm coming! I'm coming!" I shouted as i picked up my mp3 player and jumped down the few steps leading to the kitchen. It's cream coloured tiles felt cold even though i wore my navy blue socks. Walking over to the counter i pull up one of the chestnut wooden stools and sit down to an empty bowl of which i had to fill.
" Morning Jilly" greeted my mother, Laurey Phoenix. She turned away from the TV ,as she was sitting on the couch, and continued, " It's about time you finished getting dressed up for all your lil' boyfriends! "
I turned stood up with the bowl and turned toward her, down another few steps to our living room, and pointed an accusing finger, " Ah! I'm meeting Shannon no-"
" Just get yourself some cereal you monkey" she turned back to the TV, " I'm sure Shannon is already out and walking by now..."
I was about to say something else but she raised her hand to cut me off again; I bent down to pull out a box of lucky charms, simply mumbling a couple words under my breath before turning to get the milk out:
" I'd bet you anything she isn't even out of bed yet"
20 minutes later, 59th house, Century drive.
" BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEP"
' dude..morning..already?'
" BEEP BEEEP BEEEEP BEEE- SLAM!" I turn facing the clock and bring a hand down on it, quickly i grab it off off the small yellow stool and- " CRASH"
Texts and note books continue to fall over the couple of already smashed in alarm clocks. Although this is true the most recent addition actually fell in a position I could still read it...
" Crap!" I shouted and tried jumping out of bed, automatically rolling off and falling to the floor, " oooiii..." Sighing I sit up slowly and uncomfortably, and gripping my bed post tightly I find my legs and stand.
' Jill's probably already out walking...' I sighed again and made my way through the layer of clothes, books, papers, art work, pens, pencils, markers and more...pretty much anything could be in the dang pile...almost everything i own is.
On the way to my also over-crowded desk I pick up a pair of fadeing jeans a size too big for me and an old red tank. I dig through the piles and find some lip-balm, my dog tag of which i wear everyday along with a spiked wrist band, two rubber bracelets each supporting some cause, and a sterling silver ring with the heads of 3 rams engraved into it. Before changing I picked up my walkmen and headphones, placing a burned cd in and stuffing it into a black hooded sweater i was bringing down stairs with me.
Quickly changing into everything i picked up i ran out of the room... then back in again as I realised I forgot some socks. I picked a purple and orange one and a black one with grey stripes and then turned and flew through the door, trying to pull on the socks on my way down stairs.
I made it to the main floor, having stumbled around quite a bit, but with my socks on and not a scratch on me. I ran over to our little bread box and grabbed a slice of white bread, throwing it into the toaster and grabbing a glass of water. In a lil' under a minute my toast popped up and I swiped it, headed to the door and put my shoes on and tossed my head back once more before running out the door just to yell:
" GOING TO MEET JILL! BYEEE!"