Cammie woke up seconds before her alarm went off. She reached over and turned off the beeping monstrosity sitting on her bedside table. As she sat up she stretched her back before she swung her feet around to hit the fuzzy rug on the side of her bed. She plodded over to the window and through open the curtains. She glanced down at her mother's garden, admiring the myriad of blue and white flowers in bloom. She then walked into the bathroom across the hall and started the shower. She brushed her hair and tied it up in a top-knot before she hopped into the steamy shower.
When she got out the wrapped the towel around her waist and hurried into her room to get clothes for the day. She looked out the window to get the shock of her life, standing in the window of the house next door (which had been vacant for months) was a boy about her age, with dark (almost black) chocolate colored hair, and eyes that could set even the most priceless emeralds to shame. He smirked when he saw her looking at him, she grabbed her clothes and hurried back to the bathroom, her face the color of a ripe tomato. She got dressed quickly, her face still burning like a tomato. Curling iron plugged in and teetering precariously on the side of her counter, she began to do her make up while it heated up. She went for the natural look, a little foundation, some mascara, and eyeliner. Scaldingly hot curling iron in hand, she began to wrap chunks of hair around it, the finished product she had in mind being loose curls.
