One Last Chance

Chapter 2 - Plain ol Jane

Elina POV

*knock* *knock*

"Miss Elina it's time to wake up."

"But whyyyy it's too early.", I covered myself with the big poofy blanket, I turned over and hid my head under my pillow.

"Darling, today we have to greet the new arrivals come on it's getting late."

"Ok, but can you please make me some french toast."

"Of course darling, now hurry up we have to leave early to get there on time."

Mac closed my door and I heard her footsteps fade away slowly. Mac is my best friend, she helped me and believed in me. Mac was the only one to stay by my side when all the accusations started. She is a great woman, she lost her daughter about six years ago, her daughter Sharline was in a terrible accident which led her to her death. Mac doesn't like to talk about her though, every time she does I always notice the sadness and pain in her eyes. Mac holds a great place in my heart next to my father.

I stare at the ceiling and start to debate whether or not I should get up right now. Knowing Mac, she will be very pissed at me if I don't get up. So, not wanting to face Mac's wrath, I get up and head to my bathroom to wash up.

I start the shower and begin to strip down to my bare self. I look in the mirror and look at all my tattoos. The all have a special meaning to me. Mac says that I'll be out of my mind if I get another one. I understand where she's coming from but I love tattoos. They're a way to express true meaning in a form of art. Then I look at my eyes, my eyes are not really a normal type of color. They're not just a chocolate brown that you see in most people. My father had green emerald colored eyes, while my mother has hazel colored eyes. My sisters have they're similarities to our parents eyes, but why don't I? My eyes are a dark brown, like really dark brown, Mac said that when she first saw me, she thought my eyes were the color black. That question has always lingered my mind. I step out of my trance and jump into the shower and I start to wash myself up.

I step out of the shower fifteen minutes later, and I wrap my favorite purple towel around me, then I wrap another towel around my hair. I walk out to my bedroom and head for the closet. I think of an outfit that will say "I'm professional, don't mess with me, and I'm not like the rest of you.", and right away I knew what to wear.

I heard the doorbell ring, so I hurried up and headed down stairs. Right about when I was about to land on the floor, I tripped on the last step and I face planted my floor. That's a nice way to show your first impression on the man of your dreams.......