𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | Chaennie

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Monday, so hated by everyone, or at least 99.98% of all students around the world, began and thus started a new week that once again brings boring school, annoying classmates and, worst of all, getting up early.

Normally, getting up before 12 at noon would be pure torture for someone like Jennie, someone who doesn't get an hour of sleep during the two nights of the weekend, and would sooner or later wear out her whole body, but, since this clubbing of the brunette is already a big thing since she just turned 18, she and her body have already gotten more than used to being torn out of sleep every Monday morning with only a little ammount of rest.

At the same moment as the numbers on the lockscreen of Jennie's phone, which until now had been lying quietly on the nightstand to the right of her bed, changed, sounded the standard marimba wake-up tone, causing Jennie's eyelids to pop open with a jerk.

The brunette briefly scrunched her face, the right side of which was completely drawn into the softness of her pillow in her position in which she had slept so deeply until now, as peaceful as she will probably never be in her everyday life.

A short, tired sigh left her lips briefly as she sat up at a pace that was only as fast as her still tired body would allow, finally silencing the deafening, obnoxious sound of her ringer.

A click on the illuminated display of her Phone was enough to bring silence back into the room in which one could immediately fall asleep again, were it not for the bright rays of the sun that were already lighting up the room and thus making it difficult to close one's eyes again.

Jennie rubbed her still slightly burning eyes once and then ran a hand through her long, straight hair, a few strands of which were a bit tousled, before asking herself, as she does every Monday morning, why she has to go through this hell called school.

But there was not much time for complaining, because Jennie still had a lot to do before she would have to leave her house for highschool.

Starting by having to choose an outfit for today.

With a final, heavy exhale, the brunette slowly removed her warm blanket from her legs, which were clad only in shorts, and got up from her beloved but neglected bed and made her way straight to the closet just opposite.

Still slowly, since her energy and mobility still had to fully start up, she opened the two doors of the large wardrobe in which there were so many clothes that it was more than difficult to decide for only one top and only one pair of pants.

And this especially on a Monday in the early morning.

Jennie clicked a bit with her tongue in her mouth as she thoughtfully glided her eyes over the rows of shirts and hoodies, waiting for one of her garments to jump into her eye and scream "Wear me"

However, this didn't happen until Jennie arrived at the other end of the row of shirts and noticed her black nike shirt.

"I mean, why not. Stylish, branded and comfy" she shrugged her shoulders before her hand reached for the black top and pulled it from its place on the closet shelf in one motion.

After careful consideration, Jennie decided to combine this rather simple top, which only stands out with its white backprint, with jeans that are just as black.

About the shoe color, whether she will combine the outfit now black or white sneakers, she will think about later.

Now it's off to the bathroom where the brunette takes care of her face, her make-up and her hair, which she washes with her delicious passion fruit-scented shampoo in a warm, morning shower.

When she dried it with her hairdryer all the way to the tips, she decided to wear her hair down over her shoulders, as she usually does.

She also kept her makeup as usual.