In Between The Lines

Ch. 1

She woke up in a hurry, her hazel eyes burning as she forced them to stay open. Liv frantically  flipped herself out of her warm bed pushing her light brown air out of her face. Her long white fingernails leaving a faint pink scratch on her pale freckled cheek. She gasped as the cold air hit her, wishing she could just stay in her bed all day. Checking her smooth modern alarm clock, her eyes bulged at the time.

"7:27?! Crap, I gotta get going!"

Glancing in the mirror, she frowned. Yesterday's zit had decided to double in size. Sitting down on her sleek white chair for a brief moment, she dabbed some concealer on her chin. She flinched as the cold paste touched her face. As she put on a light layer of makeup, she thought of today's events.

The first day of school.

Not that she had been preparing for this day, no no. She definitely had not picked out her clothes three weeks ago, and there was no way she had gone to the mall for five hours with her best friend Sabrina for new makeup. She smiled as she brushed on a few layers of mascara. She pushed the small black brush back into it's silver bottle with a swish. She glanced up and looked at a particular spot in disgust. Sighing, she took a make up remover wipe and wiped of a smudge of black liquid off her eyelid. 

Getting up from her seat, she made way across her bedroom. The aromatic smell of lavender and honey got stronger as she approached her floor to ceiling window. The warm sun shined onto her bed which sat in the center of her room. Her room had all white walls except for her left wall. This wall was a huge mirror spanning from each side. On her black desk, small white cups filled with brushes and bottles huddled together forming an impressive collection of make up. On the other side of her room, her cat Jazzy slept on her bed. The only pop of real color in her room. She would have gotten the grey bed, but her sister begged her to get the pink one. 

She pulled on her outfit. Using her huge mirror, she took a picture of herself. She examined the picture. Looking at her light pink flowy top and her dark ripped jeans, she smiled slightly. She itched at her wrists, her white string bracelets were starting to bother her. Grabbing her black and white geometric backpack, she headed out her bedroom door to catch the bus.