It All Started With A Text...

Chapter One

I took out my iPod and started palying Angry Birds. That game is so addicting! After a few rounds of that, I got really bored, so I went onto the Internet and started going onto the site Polyvore. I posted my daily question, which was usually what to wear to school the next day.

I'm one of the top people on that site for advice, yet I post my own questions......

Yeah, it's weird. So I posted my question and then started looking around on the site. I answered five questions, and then went back to my question. They all give me good ideas, and since tomorrow's Monday, I kind of want to either be lazy, or dress up.

By the time I was done with my bath, I had decided what to wear. So I dried off and pulled on my pajamas. Then I fixed my hair into a high bun, and then went to my closet.

I pulled out my high-waisted, elastic-band dark blue skirt, a plain black T-shirt tucked in, and black gladiator sandals. Then I made a pile of shorts and tank tops for practice after school.

That's what I like about living in L.A. It's always warm, even when it's January, like it is now. I almost never wear jeans or long pants, only when it's absolutely necessary! By the time I was done picking my outfit out, it was nine, so I went to my bed and dove under the covers.

I turned on my TV and started flipping through the channels. After a few minutes, I decided on watching What Not To Wear, and I started watching.

When the episode was over, I turned off my TV, and snuggled into my covers and fell into a deep sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

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I woke up this morning to my alarm playing Usher in my ear. I turned it off and lazily hopped out of bed. I made it quickly, and then arched my back and stretched, yawning loudly.  I went to my closet and grabbed my outfit, pulling it on. Then I grabbed my gym bag, packing my practice clothes and tennis shoes.

I walked into my bathroom and staretd pulling out my hair supplies and makeup. I straightened my hair, and then parted it down the middle. I braided my bangs, pinning them at the back of my head, so they criss-crossed. I hair-sprayed it, and then move onto makeup.

I put on some foundation and blush, and then some navy blue eyeliner. Then I added some dark grey eye shadow and three coats of black mascara. My fingers moved over my many lip glosses, and I chose a dark pink base, with a sheer gloss over it. I tucked the gloss into my skirts' invisible pocket.

After that, I slipped my feet into my gladiator sandals and walked down the staircase to the basment. My mom set a plate filled with a souffle, a croissant, and Nutella. I grabbed a cup of tea and a cup of orange juice and started eating.

When I was done, I quickly placed my plate into the dishwasher and checked the clock.

"Crap," I muttered under my breath. I only had five minutes to finish my morning routine. I bolted back up the steps and quickly brushed my teeth, and then spritzed myself with Pink perfume. Then I added a simple lkong, lack chunky stone necklace, and silver studs in my first piercing, and navy studs in my second.

I checked myself once in the mirror, and then I went to my room, grabbing my bookbag and gym bag, and then ran downstairs. My mom as waiting patiently for me, twirling her keys around her index finger.

I hopped into out black convertible, and then drove to Karla's house. She ran out in a pair of jean shorts, a pink tank top, and a black off-the-shoulder cover-up shirt, with black flats. Her hair was pulled into a half ponytail.

She hopped into the car with me, and then we drove off to school. My mom waved good-bye to us, and then Karla and I walked into the main hallway of Sherwood High. We went to our lockers, which are right next to each other. We put all of our stuff away except for our math homework.