Chapter 14

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Chapter: 14

The next morning I get up and glance at the clock. 9:34.

I sit up and stretch my arms up. I kick my legs off the side of my bed and walk over to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and let the water heat up. I take off my pajamas and hop into the shower. I quickly wash up and do everything I need to do before stepping out and wrapping a towel around me. I grab my makeup off the bathroom shelf and I make sure my long blonde hair is covering my neck and shoulders before walking into the hall just in case I run into my parents. I take a sigh of relief when I get to my room and close the door. I set the bag on my bed and I brush my hair.

I walk over to my closet and look though my options. I decide to wear the denim jumpsuit that I got with my mom to tease Patrick even more. I drop my towel and put it in my hamper. I put on a pair of underwear I got at the mall and then slid the jumpsuit on. I look at myself in the mirror and smile. The fit is perfect the way it hugs by hips and it just low cut enough to show a little bit of cleavage. Because of the halter neckline the back is totally open and swoops down almost to my upper ass. There is a zipper that goes all the way down the front making it easier to get into. It has some flat pockets on the front as well. I'm sure my mom would want me to wear something underneath but she would never say that.

I grab my wooden sandals and sit on my bed to put them on. I grab my makeup bag and put on some eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. I cover up the marks on my neck and shoulder with my concealer and foundation powder and they are almost invisible unless you know where to look. I braid tow front pieces of my hair and then take my bangs and pin them back behind my head. Cute I think to myself as I look in the mirror.

I decide to change my purse into something bigger since school is starting and will need to cary more stuff. I dump the contents of my leather saddle bag onto my bed. I sort through the straw wrappers, loose change, random dollar bills, lipstick and eye liner, a pencil, my black lighter, a pack of cigarettes and a book of matches.

I grab my medium sized Gucci wallet that my mom got me last year from my dresser and put the money and coins in it. I grab my medium sized leather bucket bag that has a fringe closure, leather wrapped handle and a long strap that can be adjusted to be a cross body bag. I decide to grab a little extra cash so I open my closet and reach up to grab an old wooden box. I pull it down and place it on my bed. Inside, there is a bunch of mementos from the years. Old photos of me and Molly, A few photos of ex's, and my parents and I. Underneath the photos, is a stack of money. It's about $5,800 dollars that I had been saving for the car that my parents got me last night.

I decide to grab some more singles and a $5 bill. I know that I will need to buy school supplies sometime today. I put the box back on the top shelf and close the doors. I put the money in my wallet. I also grab a swim suit and shorts just in case we end up at the beach. I grab my crochet bikini and a pair of jean shorts and fold them neatly and place them in the bottom of my bag. I also grab an extra pair of lacy under wear and fold those and place them in the bag. You never know when I will need them or mine will get stolen again.

I also decide to put my small make up bag in there as well. I grab it from my other duffle that's still on the floor from when my dad brought it home from work. I put my makeup the bag and then decide I should put a toothbrush in there just in case. I know I have an extra one because I just bought a new one and they were buy one get one. I find it in a drawer and place it in my makeup bag. I put the rest of my stuff in the bucket bag. I grab it and before heading out of my room I spray a little bit of my new blackberry perfume. It smells like a garden of fresh berries.

I walk downstairs and my parents are sitting at the kitchen island.

'Morning' I tell them giving my dad a kiss on the cheek and my mom a hug.

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