Lost

Migrane

Alice stretched, rolled over and moaned. 'Oh. My. God.'. Her head exploded into supernovas of pain that seemed to rack her entire head and make it impossible to think straight. With an unbalanced lurch, she made her way to her luxurious on suit bathroom, only just in time to get to the toilet. She vomited, an unpleasant sensation that left her with goosebumps on her arms and an abhorrent sour taste in her mouth. Nothing she wasn't used to. She looked in the mirror at her disheveled reflection. She had lipstick on her cheek and mascara round her eyes. Sighing wearily, she began to clear up the mess that was the remains of a wild night. Ten minutes later she had showered, put on fresh makeup, and picked out some casual jeans and a low - cut T-shirt. Slowly, she made her way downstairs, clutching at the banisters for support. She walked into the kitchen, popped two paracetamol in her mouth, dry, and sat down to await the wrath of her parents.

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Authors note:
This was just a little scene to introduce the main character of the story, and there will be another chapter coming.