Her World

Chapter One

Chapter 1

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

“ugh not yet, 5 more minutes please”

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock signalling me that it was now 7:15am and time for school, great. Please note the sarcasm there. Pushing the down top of my lime green alarm clock, I slowly groaned as I got out of my cosy warm bed. Have you ever realised that your bed is so much more comfy when you wake up? I didn’t even bother making the bed knowing that I would come straight in from school and flop back on it.

Walking past the mirror I noticed my shoulder length brown hair all knotted up on the top of my head. That’s going to be a nightmare to brush out I thought to myself, I wouldn’t be surprised if I had a nest of birds up there seeing as I haven’t brushed my hair all weekend; nope i just lazed about in my bed. I didn’t use to be a lazy person but lately I just haven’t had to motivation to do anything. Then I take notice of my eyes, my bright hazel eyes now outlined with black smudges of black, leaving me looking like a panda. I knew I should have taken my make-up off last night but to be honest I really couldn’t be arsed.

I open my door to making my way to the bathroom, the cool air hits me like a ton of bricks, my bare legs shivering as I stumble forwards into the pearl white bathroom. Even though it’s the start of winter I can’t help but go to sleep in the shorts and tank top, so much more comfortable then the restricting long pj bottoms. Even though its winter my mom's refusing to put the heating on always saying ‘put an extra layer of clothes on, you’ll be fine’ yeah mom I’m fine, I’ll just freeze to death! Taking care of my business in the bathroom, i make my way back to my room only to be knocked over by my sister.

“MARIE WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING, YOU HAVE GLASSES FOR A REASON USE THEM YOU IDIOT!” Melissa screamed out me.

“sorry” I mumble, I put myself off the floor back into the safety off my own room.

I quickly shut the door, that happens nearly every morning with me and my sister, she’s 3 years older than me, I was a summer baby so I turned 17 back in august and in a few weeks she will be turning 21. Though she doesn’t act her age, we have never been close though when I think about it. She hated me when I was born, I guess for a while I took some of her limelight away but that passed, her being the oldest an all.  As she was the oldest she got to experience everything before me, such as starting school and so on. She has always been favoured over me, always. I can’t remember the last time my mom and dad praised me on something. i was close to my parents but they would never praise me. She was the girl everyone loved, the typical popular school, long shiny soft chestnut hair, the skinny figure girls in school would die for and she's even smart. She has everything I was lacking. My eyes were too bright for my pale skin, my hair never growing past the top of my breasts. I not smart like she is, I’m dyslexic so I find it hard to keep up with others, and i found the work sometimes harder than everybody else. Also I didn’t have the slim figure, I did have curves and my body was broader than hers so it made me look even bigger. I hated my body. At school I was called fat, boys never looked twice at me. I tried not to look at myself in the mirror much as it just made me hate the way I look even more.

I carried on to my wardrobe, deciding on a pair of jeans and a blue woolly jumper. I live in the same stuff, I rarely wore tank tops out but if I did I would cover myself with a hoodie or a cardigan. I can't stand my arms being shown, it makes me feel really exposed. I bet that kind of sounds weird but I’ve always been the same. Grabbing my brush, I start to pull at my hair, trying to get the knots out. One thing I did like about my hair was that it was dead straight so I didn’t really have to use straighteners. The only problem was if I wanted my hair curly or wavy, it wouldn’t stay like it long. I would stand for hours curling it for it to fall out within 10 minutes.

After doing my hair I back combed my fringe and clipped it back into a quiff. Satisfied with it I started applying my make-up. I’m not going to lie, for a 17 year old girl I was terrible with it. I didn’t know how to use brush. I once tried to do smokey eyes, but ended up with my mom asking me if I had been punched in the face. So.. Never trying that again, I just put some foundation on, some eyeliner and mascara.

I gave myself a quick glance in the mirror deciding it was fine, I grabbed my bag, phone and iPod and headed down stairs.

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okay so heres chapter 1.

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tell me what you think. i know its not the best but it was just an introduction on marie so yeah, its my first book so i know its not great but it will get better hopefully aha.

Sophie(: