I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long. I'm going to try to start updating more often, though. I have three stories going right now so the updates might not be as often as I'd like, but I will try. Thanks.
After breakfast, and a taste of everybody in the room's thoughts, we headed upstairs to get ready for the day. Judging by their thoughts I could tell a few things about each of them.
Tori: Conceded, spoiled brat. Her mom helped run the place and she hated me already. She was in here because of a mood disorder. As if that wasn't obvious.
Liz: Happy, caring friend to anyone. She is best friends with Tori. I assume this is because she will be friends with anyone, which means the only one who would be friends with Tori. She's in here because she throws things when she's mad. Only she doesn't actually touch them… She believes it is her poltergeist.
Rae: Moody but kind. A true friend. She hates Tori, but I mean who doesn't? She lives with a foster family that doesn't care for her. She'd do anything to make herself feel special and she's in here for her fascination with fire.
The people here, just the girls so far, seem to all have different personalities. I wonder where I fit in? I ask myself as I throw on a pair of cute skinny jeans and a baby blue Aeropostale T-shirt. It's cold today so I grab my favourite black, fitted sweater as well.
I head over to my dresser. There is a mirror as well and I start to throw on my makeup. My skin is already a pale, flawless, perfect complexion so I don't use any skin makeup. I brought a bit of concealer for if I happen to get a pimple, though, which is highly unlikely. I never get them. I just love doing up my eyes though. I am also obsessed with glitter and anything sparkly. I put on some black eyeliner, dark grey, sparkly eye shadow and black mascara. I also put on a bit of blood red lip stain that really contrasts with my skin.
After checking my self over in the mirror, I start searching for my brush, which I can't seem to find anywhere. I decide to head to the bathroom and see if they've placed it there. Unfortunately not. But on my way out I bump into Rae. I'm quick to apologize.
"What are you looking for?" She asks politely.
"My brush," I say while doing another sweep of the bathroom, "I can't seem to find it anywhere."
"Here, use this one," She offers me the one in her hand. I take it and thank her.
I start to head back to the room when she calls over her shoulder to me. "You can keep it."
I'm not sure what to say so I keep walking. I head to the mirror and run the brush through my naturally straight, volumized, golden brown hair. I had recently done a lot of blond streaks, though, so it looked almost like a dirty blond now. My hair was an inch below my shoulders and was cut into some long layers. Most people don't like their hair but I secretly love mine. I don't have to do much but run a brush through it everyday for it to be perfect. A lot of people spend hours straightening their hair to look like mine, so it makes me feel very lucky. I fix the part in my hair so that it's to my right side, as usual and my side sweep bang hangs over my face. Before I leave, I grab my sparkly black headband and place it neatly in my hair.
I'm not quite sure how today is going to turn out, but I feel ready to deal with whatever it might bring. Or at least I thought that . . . until lunch.
