Brevard
Chapter 2:A new day
The night before was filled with bad dreams and tossing and turning. But at the sound of my alarm going off at 7:30 a.m I was more than ready to get up and begin my adventures. I had three weeks before college began, but that wasn't exactly a dead-line seeing as I was going to Brevard College. In that time I needed to find a job, and someplace more permanent to stay, and get up the nerve to deposit Grey's remains. It was undoubtibly going to be a LONG three weeks.
Surveying the room, I reached for the remote, flicking through channels mindlessly, until I came upon the local news station.
"Well Steve, today looks like it'll turn out to be an okay day. With a few scattered showers over in the eastern counties, and nice tempurature some where in the mid 70's." An overly perky blonde, with a SUPER TIGHT blouse smiled back at me while gesturing mindlessly towards the screen behind her. Already discusted by her blatent attempt at seming like an object of desire, I turned off the T.V and decided to get ready for the long day ahead of me.
Lazily I strolled over to the bathroom, starring back at me in the mirror was a tan, blue-eyed, blonde haired All-American Gal, except for the streakes of mascara permenatly caked onto my face. Grey always said that life was full of second chances, but no second first impresions. So taking his words to heart I scrubbed my face clean, then hopped in the shower. Lathering the complinentary shampoo through my hair I sighed with that feeling of relief every girl feels while taking a shower. After about an hour of soaking in the hot water and steam, I stepped out feeling fresh and rejuvinated. Then came the critical decision, wether or not to dry my hair. Feeling that it would only ruin the silence, I opted for the natural approach.
Getting dressed was the hard part. My Victoria's Secret bra and panties set was the obvious underwear choice(seeing as that was the first thing I saw) I pulled them on and examined my self in the mirrior, a thing every girl does whether she admits it or not. My ass though not huge was big enough to please me and most guys with out attracting too much attention. And barley squeezing into my 34D bra were my "greatest assets" as my mom once put it. Good enough for the time being, the odds were against anybody seeing my with out pants or a shirt on were slim to none.
The first shirt that caught my eye, was a red wifebeater with a black heart all down the left side. Then I shimmied into a pair of tight babyblue jeans. Slipped on my socks and hiking boots, grabbed my jacket and the key to my room and car, and stepped out of the room ready to face the world.
Seconds later I dashed back into my room, after having realized I hadn't applied ANY MAKE-UP WHAT-SO-EVER. A wonderful start to an already glum looking day.