I rested my hands on my head, rubbing at my temples. I only have three more days until the final ceremony. I have been trying to cram all of this information into my brain for the past few weeks, causing attitudes and major headaches. But I have to. I don't have a choice.
I sat up from my desk, pushing myself out of the office chair. Looking over at the wall clock, I notice the hour hand is almost at the nine.
Four hours. I have been in here for four hours.
I closed my notebooks and placed them carefully into the top drawer. Then began tip-toeing my way out of the office. Watching where I stepped. In this old house, everything creaked. It wasn't that bad in most places. But at night, when you are trying to keep quiet, it sounds like a storm.
My room is at the other side of the house, and upstairs. Of course. My parents bedroom is the first door before the staircase, making my mission that much more complicated.
Deciding that the floors probably won't even wake everyone up, I half jogged half speed walked up the stairs. Finally, I made it into my bedroom quietly.
My bedroom. The one thing in this house that I didn't like. It's just so... Girly. And not in a good way. The walls are still pink from when I was in the third grade and became obsessed. I tried my best to cover it with posters, but I don't like the posters anymore. There mostly of One Direction and a bunch of other boy bands. It's quite embarrassing. Especially since I'm turning seventeen.
I had nice furniture though. My bed was a queen cause I like to sleep spread out. Always have. It's just comfortable to me. I guess I kinda liked my bedsheets. There baby blue and white. And, I know, it doesn't match my walls. Which bugs me.
Plus, I have about six pillows. I have to sleep with two 'cause I like to sit up a little. The others; I cuddle with, or just stack them around me like a barrier.
Then there's my vanity. It's baby blue like my sheets, but the two small stools that go with it, they are pink.
I don't have a dresser. I don't like them. I like to be able to walk into my closet and just be able to get all of my cloths from one spot. So, my handy-dandy Dad built me these box-like things into my closet. They go all the way around. They're very useful. Me, being my organization freak self, put a label on each wall.
One wall says 'undergarments'.
The second wall says ' night cloths'
And the third says ' shoes'.
Very. Organized.
Also, my room is the only bedroom in the house that is tile instead of hardwood. I don't mind that much during the summer or spring. But during the winter, it gets freezing in here. Which means I am ways wearing socks. Mostly cause my mom 'doesn't want me to catch a cold'.
Tossing the cloths I was wearing into my hamper, I pulled a large sweater over my head. I never was really into wearing nightgowns and matching pjs. I prefer over sized shirts or sweaters.
I am so worn out, I can't stand up any longer. Hopping onto my bed, I fluff two pillows, then make the others into a body pillow. Once I'm situated, I rest one leg and one are on my other pillows, and drift off into a deep sleep.
