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-LILY-
𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 of the 14th February as I was disturbed by the shrieks on my roommate Tiffany Campbell freaking out about getting ready for the day of the lovers, Valentines Day.
I opened one of my eyes to see Roxanne, Tiffany and Diana hurrying to bury their hair and wearing clothes. Well, I don't think Valentine's Day really matters anymore. Mongrel just banned us from celebrating it. If any exchange of love letters or chocolates or dates taking place were to be found both the parties would get suspension for 2 weeks.
Mongrel is just insane, I'm just happy that the students begged to get permission to wear colour dresses instead of our uniforms. Well, my sleep has successfully been ruined! I got up from bed and took a minute for the blood to flow from my brain to my feet. I saw Michelle still fast asleep drooling on her bed.
I kicked her off the bed as she rolled over and fell. I got up from bed and I saw her sleeping on the floor as if nothing had happened. "Michelle get up" I said, pulling her comforter. "Two minutes mommy" she mumbled in her sleep. "It's late" I said as I took away her pillow and bed sheets. She was still lying on the floor rubbing her eyes.
After a few minutes she got up to take a look at me making my bed. "You little devil, it's only 7:00am" Michelle groaned. "I'm sadist, I like seeing you like this" I chuckled. I went over to my trunk. I have to pick a nice dress to make my boyfriend look weak in front of me. My eyes gazed over the most perfect dress as I smiled in a sense of accomplishment.
After a warm bath in the hot tub with Michelle in the prefect's bathroom (Of course I love sneaking my friends to enjoy the prefect bathroom privileges) I put on my, 'Can I punch you with some love?' dress.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror, I was in a pretty blush pink with some shades of dusty pink lace dress with flower patterns and white lace on my neckline. It was a midi skirt with a puff sleeve and it looked so pretty. Pink usually doesn't suit me but this seemed to have worked out. I usually don't prefer pink but come on! It's Valentine's day so I thought of trying to fit in and try something new.
Let's be honest though, hating pink was never about the colour. It was because it was the 'girly' stereotype.
I saw Michelle who seemed to just wear a grey oversized sweater with a brown bear print and cream cargo pants. She had a messy bun tied up with a cream claw clip as she yawned, it looked like she hadn't even washed her face.
