Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, the characters you don't recognise and my mind. Anything you've heard of before in the SH universe is not mine, it belongs to Warner Brothers, or whoever it was that wrote and created SH, Got it? And please don't sue me, I'm rather broke at the moment:-P
I hear a buzzing sound and my eyelids snap open.
Sighing, I roll onto my right and switch off my alarm clock. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up and place my feet on the floor. I yawn, stretch my arms over my head, and arch my back. Click, click, click. Just like always.
I open my curtains and switch on the radio on my bedside table. Bopping my head to the song, I walk to my wardrobe and grab a pair of black 'skinny' jeans from a hanger. Opening the top drawer beneath it, I pull out a hot pink bra with bright green polka dots, and matching underwear. After pushing that closed with my hip, I pull open the second drawer and pull out a white 'racer back' muscle shirt. Stopping for a second, I put the shirt down and pick up another racer back. This one is black and has an actual British flag, ripped and torn, pinned and sewn haphazardly in outrageously bright colours - similar to the ones of my underwear, actually. Grabbing a pair of knee high rainbow-striped socks from the top draw, I dump my chosen garments onto my bed, and dress myself. After, I walk to my wardrobe again and open the main doors. I spot a black and white striped scarf, and manage to wrestle it off of a white jacket. Giving the jacket a second glance, I shake my head and wrap the scarf around myself. It fits around my neck loosely three times and both ends still hang past my waist. I look to the bottom of the closet at my shoe collection. Picking out a pair of black slip-on flats, I walk back to my bed and straighten out the duvet.
Sitting on it, I open the top drawer. Now for my favourite part of the morning, cosmetics! I grab black liquid liner and make a long thin line on either upper-lid. Next, I take my black pencil liner and maybe dark, thin lines around the bottom of each eye. I take black mascara, and lacquer it on. I dance my way to my ensuite bathroom and brush my teeth, grinning thoroughly as I see pointed canines glinting wickedly back at me. I walk back to my still open draw and pull out three 'Alice bands' -extremely thin plastic headbands- and peach tasting, tinted lip-gloss. I close the draw and walk back through to my bathroom, thanking god that I don't have to share it. I apply the lip-gloss, brush my hair and put in the bands, nodding at my reflection in the mirror. Walking back through my bedroom, I grab a red studded belt from the closet, and a double link chain with a chunky silver cross on it, putting them both on- carefully in the case of the necklace, as I was very mindful of the awesome scarf I was already wearing.
Grabbing a few plastic black and white rings and some black and white rubber bangles from my bedside table, I completed my outfit and left my room, putting several sets of differently sized silver hoops in my ears as a last thought, and shutting the door with my foot as I went.
That's all this time. Worth continuing? Not worth anything? Review or instant message/mail me, next time (I hope),
-Laura