angel | sex education

sept - school ball

angel's alarm clock blared to life, shattering the peaceful morning silence. she groggily reached out and hit the snooze button, unwilling to leave the warmth of her bed just yet. but as the seconds ticked away, she knew she couldn't stay there forever. school awaited her, along with the promise of another day maeve, and friends.

with a sigh, angel pushed back the cozy comforter and sat up. she stretched, feeling the knots of sleep slowly loosen from her body. her room was bathed in the soft morning light that filtered through her curtains, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

as she gazed at her closet, angel pondered what to wear. today, she wanted something that would make her feel attractive. her eyes fell on a short skirt, white with ridges like a tennis skirt. it was fun, perfect for the warm spring day that awaited her. she pulled it from the hanger and set it on her bed.

next, angel chose a pair of thigh-high stockings. she loved the way they made her legs look, long and shapely. they were a dark shade of grey, bordering onto black. she rolled them up her legs, making sure they were perfectly straight.

now, it was time for the top. angel reached for a long-sleeved, cropped-top. it was black to match the socks. the top had a delicate lace pattern along the sleeves and a button-up front. it was both stylish and comfortable, a perfect match for her skirt and thigh-highs.

with her outfit chosen, angel moved to the mirror. she looked at her reflection, her fingers gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. her eyes sparkled with determination as she began to do her makeup. a touch of mascara to make her lashes pop, a hint of blush to add some color to her cheeks, and a swipe of lip gloss to complete the look.

as angel finished her makeup, she couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence wash over her. she knew that her outfit was a bit daring, but it made her feel empowered, like she could take on the world. it was a reminder that she had the freedom to express herself however she chose, and today, she chose to embrace her unique style.

with a final glance in the mirror, angel smiled. she was ready to face the day, to tackle talking to maeve, and to make the most of every moment.

the sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the kitchen where angel, her mother, and her brother gathered for breakfast. it was a typical morning in their household, a blend of familiarity and comfort.

angel, the first to arrive at the table, had prepared her favorite morning ritual - a cup of yorkshire tea and two slices of toast generously slathered with raspberry jam. she had always cherished these quiet moments before the day's hustle and bustle began.

as she sipped her tea, the soothing aroma enveloped her senses. it was like a gentle hug, grounding her for the day ahead. she glanced at the clock, noting that she had a bit of time before she needed to rush off to school. a smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she savored the tranquility of the morning.

soon, otis with his black tousled hair and resting annoyed face, entered the kitchen. he greeted angel with a small "morning, angie." before heading to the coffee maker. otis was the family's caffeine enthusiast, always in search of the strongest brew he could find.

their mother appeared next, a graceful presence. she had her own cup of coffee and placed two crumpets in the toaster. jean had always been the heart of their home, the one who brought warmth and love to their daily routines.

as the family settled around the table, a sense of contentment filled the room. angel's tea had cooled just enough, and she took another sip, relishing the delicate flavor. otis, on the other hand, had his coffee in a large mug, steam curling upward as he blew on it to cool it down.