Morning arrived per usual. Another drawl and boring morning that would soon begin another begrudging routine of showering, bathroom space war [with her mother], kitchen war [with her father], and general war [with her brothers]. Ugh. It was almost too sickening and too generic for the brunnette to tolerate. Then she remembered what happened the night before. The whole day before even. "Dammit Kevin." She mumbled to herself as she kicked her blankets off her and stretched, sitting up for the morning, "Why couldn't he have at least taken summer school or something."

Sandi made her way over to the light and flipped it on, illuminating the room in all it's brightness again. Reaching for her silver bracelets [of which she hoped to put back on] she took them in her hands, only to once again feel the malicious sting upon her skin, "Like what the HELL?" She shouted, nearly growling in rage, tossing the jewelry to the floor, "I got those from Spain!"

"Sandi, are you alright?" Her mother shouted from the hallway as she started for the bathroom. Looks like she had gotten there first. "I wont make it long, I have a meeting in an hour and my make-up is not at all ready for dealing with rotten, run of the mill executives today."

Staring at her bracelets, which now laid painlessly on the floor, Sandi coaxed her hand. "Yes, Mother." She replied in her typical tone, still staring at the bracelets, "Great..." She commented to herself, "I need to find a new outfit to wear for today." Bending down she grabbed a t-shirt off the floor and used it to pick up the braclets with. "At least I have other bracelets."

She began searching through her jewelry boxes for anything that would look good with the outfit she had planned for today [something she had planned to wear six-weeks ago - as all of Fashion Club's outfits were pre-decided in advance as to make sure that what they wore did not interfere, detract, or distract from any other fashion club members outfit - except Stacy's]. Silver Jewelry was obviously what jewelry she needed for the outfit and it was her favourite, after all.

Sifting through the box she felt various stings and burns from every piece of silver that she touched. Even the weakest sting from a silver-plated necklace made her skin tingle and burn with utmost entirety. "Well this suck..." She commented as she put her hands over her face and tried to think of what to do next, "I've heard of being allergic to copper, but [i]silver[/i]?"

Shaking her head she stood up and prepared to shower, "It is okay. I will just wear..." Pausing she shuddered at the thought, "Costume Jewelry."

Ah. Time for a relaxing shower. Now that Linda was out of the bathroom, it was finally time for Sandi to fight her way through the hallways (Sam and Chris were at it again, arguing about which boy will use their bathroom first... or maybe just arguing) to get herself ready for the day. Make-up, clean hair, fix any flaws in her already flawless body, and thankfully [i]not[/i] have to wax her legs as she did that the previous night before in a fit of rage -at the situation of the rash-.

Making her way into the bathroom she hopped into the shower and let the warm water enthuse her with it's peaceful warmness. Hot. Hot water was good. It made her feel at ease over the past week of strange animal attacks and annoying, stinky Quarter Back moron who smelled horrible. "I could have been killed and you call me-" She glanced down at her legs, of which she had [i]thought[/i] she waxed the previous night but - The hair had grown back. That was fine, nothing to alarm, after all, she must have been in such a huff and puff about breaking out in a rash infront of her friends that she had forgotten she didn't do it. "Rat boy..."

Finishing with her shower she got out and looked at the scar on her arm and shoulder again. It was still present and still looked gawd awful... She reflected in her mind how fast it had healed and how fortunate she was but her shallowness still obscured reason as she grabbed a big bottle of ScarEx from a drawer in the bathroom and began to slather it on.

"I swear I waxed last night..." She thought to herself as she wrapped a towel around her hair and body, "I know I did..." Bending down she checked in her mother's garbage can for her waxing strips she had used the previous night and sure enough, they were there. Which meant she waxed and her legs were hairy, again... and she needed to wax again.

Sighing she grabbed her waxing kit and dragged it with her to her room where she the preceeded to set it up. While she waited for the disgusting yellow wax to heat up she stared absent mindedly at herself in the mirror, fixated on her delicate image and... ew - she was still wearing those Teddy Bear earrings from the night before. Carefully she pulled them out and put them onto her vanity while figuring out a new pair to wear for the day. She went for the silver hoops, touching them and feeling the burn, again. -hey, at least she's optimistic.-

Mumbling to herself she began to smear the waxy goodness across her leg and placed a big white strip of paper stuff over it, "Here goes nothing." While she prepared to rip it off her mind filled with thoughts of anguish and hatred towards so many people. Mostly at this time Kevin. It was how she coped, having had waxed her legs once a week every day since she was twelve. Pulling she felt the pain in her legs as every hair was ripped out at once. Clenching her fists she nearly screamed. For being a veteran of leg waxing, she figured she'd be more accustomed to the pain but this time... this time it hurt like she hadn't done it for weeks and she just did it last night.

Sucking it up she finished the job and threw on her costume jewelry and pre-prepared outfit for the day. "They will be able to tell this stuff is fake." She scowled as she began applying her make-up, "I'll need to find an alternative to silver or something."

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"What are you... wearing?" Quinn asked notably as the four girls walked down the hallway again, heading anxiously towards the second-floor girls bathroom, "Costume jewelry Sandi? I have some extra jewelry in my locker if you want... It will go well with your outfit I mean... better than..." She motioned her hands in a semi-disgusted manner, "That."

"Are you saying my fashion choices for the day are sub-par, Quinn?" Sandi raised an eyebrow, "Costume jewelry is back - it's the latest trend..." Pausing she looked at the cheesy bracelets she had put on earlier in the morning and sighed, "Why do I even bother...?" Pulling them off she dumped them in the nearest garbage can and sighed, "This might sound really weird but... I think I've developed an allergy to silver."

Tiffany stared in awe as Sandi spoke, developing an allergy overnight was unheard of, "Weird..." She drawled while glancing at the fashion club president, "But silver is so pretty on you..."

Stacy looked from Sandi to Quinn to Tiffany and back at Sandi, a nervousness in her eyes and voice, "I don't read a lot of books but don't you think that maybe..."

"STACY." Sandi glared at Stacy and headed into the bathroom herself, "We will not be discussing this any further - It would be a waste of valuable make-up time in the bathroom... besides, isn't reading for Brains?"

Not to be thought of as a brain, Stacy made her way into the bathroom with Quinn, trying to keep some level of cool.

Inside the girl's bathroom, the Fashion Club took their usual positions infront of the mirror - dumping out all their assorted make-up goodness across the sinks. Today's bathroom topic would be something about their lack-there-of meeting as of late and the fact the dance was coming sooner and sooner - well, it was coming in less than a month and they had still not decided what to wear.

"So, what do you want to do about the dance, Sandi?" Quinn was the first to break the silence as she added some product to her hair to give it just a bit more bounce, "Should we figure out dates and then clothes or just tell our dates what to wear that matches our outfits?"

Quinn had a good point, a point that really made the president of the Fashion Club think, "Well, I believe..." She said as she took out a nail file and began attempting to shape her nails, "That um..." Sandi paused and continued to file at her nails with some stronger effort, "We should pick our dates first and..." Her voice began to mumble as she continued to file at her fingernails. They didn't look horrible but something was off about them and that bothered her...

"I'm thinking of asking Peter..." Stacy smiled while fixing one of her pig-tails, "He just got that really cute haircut and his eyes match my hair!" Smiling she started to braid her hair back together, "He's really cute and I think he likes me."

Tiffany glanced at Stacy while fixing her mascara, "Stacy..." Tiffany muttered, "You don't ask guys out on dates... they ask you out..."

Sighing, Stacy looked at Tiffany and then at Quinn and Sandi [who was still angrily filing at her nails], "Yeah, but if I don't ask Peter out, how will I know he's interested?"

"Just ask or whatever." Sandi glanced at Stacy, "Can I borrow your nail file, I think mines dull..." Sandi knew that Stacy was the weakest 'round thingy' in the club and sometimes didn't have the best luck getting asked out on dates, "My nails are so unsightly today." Sandi sighed.

Quinn looked at Sandi and handed her the nail file, "You can use mine Sandi, just make sure you don't break it or anything." Sighing Quinn fluffed her hair and checked herself out in the mirror, "I think I want a handsome date this time, not a cute one..."

Sandi began filing using Quinn's nail file, "What about you Tiffany, what do you think about dates for the dance?"

"Dates...?" Tiffany droned, "Cool..."

Sandi rolled her eyes and heard a snap. The top part of Quinn's nail file fell to the ground, broken in half. "Um..."