╔════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════╗ CHAPTER FOUR drowning on dry land ╚════ ❀•°❀°•❀ ════╝
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When Salem was younger, she would spend a lot of time thinking about her biological parents. She couldn't remember anything about her first few years of life. All she knows about her parents is that one of them had the powers that changed her life (for better or worse, she doesn't know), and that her mother used to sing her lullabies to put her to sleep. She doesn't even know what happened to her parents.
The teenager hair hangs around her face loosely, wet curls sticking to her cheeks as rummages through her cabinet to try and find something that Gwen will be able to use to tame her curls into something presentable. If nothing works, she's just going to put it into a ponytail and call it good.
She'd chosen a black long sleeve to go under an overall dress Gwen had gotten her for her birthday a couple of years ago. She hasn't put on any makeup yet and she has no idea what shoes she's going to wear, but other than that and her hair, she's ready to go.
Salem grabs a white bow out of the top drawer of her bathroom vanity, setting it on the counter beside the ponytail and brush she had set out. Her makeup sits neatly organized on the other side of the counter, waiting to be used for the second time today. Sometimes, her bathroom feels cluttered. But today it doesn't. Today, her bathroom feels clean. It gives her a sense of control, one that she feels very little ever since inheriting her powers.
"Salem! You better be getting ready or I swear to god I'm going to murder you!"
The teenager laughs, grabbing her eyelash curler off of its shelf and holding it up to her eye. She barely flinches when Gwen throws open the bathroom door. The blonde has her hair curled and tucked behind her ears, her green dress fitting her perfectly as she steps into the bathroom. It dances around her legs, her heels clicking agaisnt the tile floor as she comes up to Salem.
Music plays softly through the speaker Salem had set in the bathroom as Gwen starts on her hair, using the curl cream her friend had found before she got to the apartment. It doesn't take long for the blonde to put her hair up into a ponytail and wrap the bow around it. She helps Salem finish her makeup and then leads the girl out the door, picking out a pair of black heels for her before they go.
Gwen turned sixteen at the beginning of September. It's been a blessing for both of them now that she has her license and a car. Getting to the penthouse where Harry lives (and throws all of his parties) has always been a pain taking the subway. Getting a taxi was even harder, so before the two teenagers had their own form of transportation, they either had to tough out the subway, walk, or beg one of their parents for a ride.
Salem rests the side of her head against the car's window, gently tapping her foot against the floor as her best friend drives. It's used more to quell her anxiety than to keep the beat of the music, but it serves its purpose all the same.
