Roots and Books

CHAPTER 2; HER.

CHAPTER 2
HER.

I can hear my alarm that I set yesterday go off, I yawn and open my eyes. Sluggishly turning off the alarm clock. I'm not sure what type of figure its has resting on the top, a ballerina maybe? I found it thrifting with Corey last week to get things for the home. I blink a couple of times to focus my eyes.

4 AM.

Perfect, Just the time I wanted to wake up. Corey had given me and Amare awful news that both of us would be attending school (apparently it is not called city-school!) starting TODAY. But I guess it won't be that bad from how Amare vaguely described it? But it did make Corey take us 'back to school' shopping and we did get very nice stationery so I'm glad about that. I wonder why the school didn't require bows and arrows or gardening tools like forest-school. We live like 25 minutes from the school according to Corey. I sat up in my bed, it was nice and soft. It was awesome not to share a bed and end up awkwardly half on the bed and half on the floor with back aches and cricks in my neck. I push the light purple canopy's entry open so I can reveal myself my room. The bells at the bottom of the canopy jingled softly, I shift myself to make it to the edge of my bed and stood up. I stretch while I admire the canopy that surrounded my bed, It was a very nice detail, right? I walk to the window, open the curtains, and stare over the forest and the night sky. I smile and close the curtains turning back to my objective. I have 2 different outfits to try on for school which are just basically uniforms. But I need to find a way to make them nice! I walked to the full-body mirror that was leaning on my wall. I look like I just crawled out of a forest. I mean I practically did a week ago. But I haven't left this house for anything but when we went shopping for supplies and thrifting. I gave a smile into the mirror, they say it lightens up the person. I look goofy, its kind of funny. It makes me giggle a little. I grab the first uniform to try on.

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After most of the changing to try on the uniform, I was buttoning up my blouse and fixing my bow. I look in the mirror, I don't know. It doesn't really feel, "me." It feels like a boring church girl. Staring at myself or whoever that person was, admiring the uniform felt weird. The beige-colored blouse tucked into the knee-length navy pleated skirt made me look plain. The navy bow on the skirt's belt at least held it together in the illusion of looking nice. The school logo was embroidered into the blouse. Surely there could be a uniform better than this one. I don't think that even accessorizing this will work, or that I can even run in this. Just to make sure I plop on my sunglasses. I angle myself in the mirror, I don't want ANYBODY to know about my eyes. The TV says that they'll chew anybody out that doesn't look normal. I gave a twirl and struck a pose, side-eyeing my alarm clock, Its 5:30 am now. I still have time.

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Alright, attempt thirty-seven on tying a tie. This picture manual gives me zero idea how, and why on Earth I chose the most difficult pattern? Obviously go for the knot that looks like scales, Dress to impress, I guess! ITS BEEN TWENTY-THREE MINUTES ONLY ON THIS TIE. Wait, I think I did it. I can feel happiness surge through my body. I think I might take this uniform. What if I just?? I popped the collar up of the slightly baggy white button-up (maybe I should have gotten a size smaller, for now, I'll tuck the excess into my jeans). No, that collar sucks. I unpopped the collar, AND NOW I look cool. I look down and put one foot in front of the other examining the slight bootcut of my dark navy high-rise jeans. I feel like it is missing something, wait I have just the thing. I quickly run over to my cabinet, dig around, and grab my decorative metal belt. I sling it around my jeans, it's like a thin chain with some butterflies hanging off of it. Abigail gave it to me recently. I run back to my mirror, it's perfect. Just have to put on my shoes and do my hair. The clock reads 6:30. Just enough time to do what I need, eat breakfast and walk to the place. Maybe I should have figured out how to read a map towards that place. Whatever. I change out of my sleeping socks into my normal socks and slip on some high-top black shoes. I tie them together quickly and yawn. Now what to do for my hair? Something easy and fun maybe. I put my hair half up into a ponytail, or whatever it could be classified as since it was so short. I brush out the tips to make it look neater but I have no clue why still, it just makes 0 sense why my hair is slightly spiky at the ends, at least it doesn't look like it is defying gravity. I stretched one last time and looked at my school bag. It was just a normal black bag with some patches sewn onto it, I shoved some of the new stationery and things from home I wanted to take to the place, especially my compass. I closed up the bag and turned my head to the knock on my door. I look at my clock, it's 7 already!? By the unenthusiastic sound in their voice, it's clearly Corey at my door. The knock was probably loud on purpose to wake any living thing in this room by the means of it because even on my bed Bush raised their head from his heavy slumber.