His to conceal #1

3|| -nothing ever changes-

— Estrella —

My alarm rings at exactly 6am, alerting me it's time to get up and get ready for school.

I really can't be bothered though, last night was hectic and I'm not willing to shadow my new mentor and learn how to take care of a child for a whole two hours.

Today is the first day at my new residency in nursing after moving back to New York. As much as I love the career path I picked, I really can't deal with crying children first thing in the morning.

I mean can you blame me? It's tiring as hell and first thing in the morning, yeah it's way too annoying, even though the children are cute.

Besides as much as I love the idea of looking after children all day, I'd really rather stay in bed today and not go anywhere at all.

But of course fate has other plans.

I finally get out of bed and turn off my alarm clock that keeps ringing causing a pounding in my head. Why can't they just shut up by their goddamn selfs? Honestly it's so frustrating, sometimes I wish I could just throw the thing across the damn room. It wouldn't be practical of course, but oh how very peaceful it would be.

Still feeling a bit sluggish from last night I drag my feet in the direction of the bathroom with way more effort than it should take, to get ready for the day. This morning is gonna be much harder than I originally thought, just great.

I step up where the sink is and pick up my cleanser to clean my face and get rid of whatever makeup was left from last night, it wasn't a lot of makeup but it still felt so disgusting on my face.

I guess I was just so exhausted from last night that I never bothered to remove it and my same for my clothes too.

No wonder I slept feeling so uncomfortable during the night.

Once I finished cleansing my face 3 times, just to be safe, I finally felt more alert and prepared for the day.

I finish doing the rest of my skincare, which again isn't a lot to do, then walk towards my walk in closet to pick an outfit for the day.

Well I want to make a good impression while looking presentable and not looking as my mum calls it "homeless" when I wear hoodies and sweatpants, she just doesn't get my sense of fashion.

So after careful consideration I finally settle on a full length skirt the colour of baby pink, which reaches to just around my ankles, a white short sleeve top that I tucked into my skirt and a baby pink cardigan to match the skirt and also at the same time conceal my arms so there no skin showing. The only skin visible is my face, hands and the space between my ankle and the start of my feet.

I think my mum would approve of my outfit but then again, she doesn't approve of anything I wear.

I think it's a mum type of thing.

I slip on a pair of black converse heeled boots.

What? I know heels are impractical but I love them okay, sue me!

By the time I'm fully ready it's 7:30am and my residency starts at 8:45am. Only took me an hour and a half to finish getting ready? That's a new record.