I woke up, it was still dark. Then I realized I still had my sleeping mask on, marked with the title "Barbie". That's what everyone had called me. I liked being called that, who wouldn't it's just the same as being called flawless, which is what I am. I'm not merely "cocky" as people tell me I am. I take it as they're jealous. I looked over at my iPhone and it was 6:50. I got out of my bed and sighed. It's the dreadful time of the morning, applying makeup. It usually takes an hour or so on the daily. My routine is
Foundation
Powder
Bronzer
Blush
Eyeshadow
Eyeliner
Mascara
Sometimes I feel it's not enough. I took my hair out of the bun I slept in and straightened my hair, I have bleach blonde hair down to about my waist. Now I needed to choose what to wear, as I walked over to my walk in closet, my phone rang. It was my father, he hadn't called me in years! My parents are divorced and have been for 13 years and me being 16 have spent the majority of my life without him. He married 4 times after my mother and had 4-5 children with each wife. I missed him so much so I decided to pick up. "Hello, dad?" I said into the phone. "Um hello who might this be?" He answered back at me. "Your daughter...and didn't you call me?" I asked in confusion. "Oh uh, I was just going through my contacts and saw this unknown number and which daughter is this?" He asked. Of course he didn't know, he probably doesn't remember me. "Brianna.." I said. There was a long pause between us. And suddenly he hung up. I knew he wanted nothing to do with me but I'll just have to let it go. I went back to my closet to pick out my outfit, after a while of rummaging through my closet I chose a floral crop top with high waisted shorts, the usual. I packed my bag and headed downstairs for breakfast.
