blonde

blonde part one

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. My problems dont exist. I have everything I want. EVERYTHING is how I want it. After saying her daily affirmations her eyes slowly flitted open her languid aura became energetic, as she got up from her lying position in bed and rushed to the bathroom. As she entered the bathroom, the space which only had room for a toliet, a sink and a mirror, and a small old shower looking as if on the verge of breaking itself, she averted her gaze to the mirror gazing at her striking appearance. Her hair went all the way to her waist showing signs she almost never cut it with plentiful split ends, with eyes, small, and beady like a bug with a sort of muddy dark brown color that wasnt delightful to look at, and a small button nose with not much nose bridge, she had small lips that pointed downward which made anyone with her think she was very much depressed, and a round face with chubby cheeks full of what could be youth but they were scary on her, and a lanky skinny body akin to a ghost. With all this to be said she couldn't be considered beautiful, maybe not even average, just a scary ghost people would want to avoid. She though had one thing going for her, her beautiful, gorgeous, blonde hair, its color akin to a ray of sunlight, its beauty could be said to even come from the gods themselves. This hair was so stunning it seemed much out of place on her, as if a beautiful crown was put on a clown. As she gazed in the mirror for almost forever she started to smile with delight, "it seems im as beautiful as always!", after this she quickly removed her gaze from the mirror. She quickly got ready school, doing her beauty routine, and putting on a fashionable outfit that brought out her beauty, she then went to look in the mirror again, she smiled again with more fevor and joy than before, "I really am perfect, I'm so beautiful". As she was looking at herself her phone on her nightstand began to ring, she grabbed it and saw she had a message from her beloved boyfriend, "im here to pick u up for school babe, hurry", "ok baby im coming i j have to brush out my hair, we have some time anyway.", "ok fine j hurry..". After this she put her phone down and picked up her brush it was a fine wooden brush with long bristles perfect for her long hair, she then put it through her hair gently but with just enough force to remove tangles, 1, 2, 3, ...100. She then looked in her mirror yet again, admiring herself almost obsessively then she sighed, "why am I so perfect, everything in my life is perfect", then she smiled, picking up her school bag she left the house, with no sign of anyone to see her out.