Chances • Yogscast Book 2 ✔

CH 1 - Changes

CH 1 – Changes

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Slamming the alarm clock with my sloppy hands, I groggily looked up from my pillow to look at the time.

08:30

With my possibility of falling asleep in the same time, I will not be ready for September. It's not my fault I stay awake longer than I sleep, 7 hours of sleep may be the longest time a teenager can slumber for. My face was still buried under the pillows as I kept muttering to myself for '5 more minutes'.

However, I knew if I wouldn't wake up: my record will come down... like Donkey Kong. Around the Brindley house, I would be the latest person to get to bed. Often: Lewis would sometimes still be editing videos until 3 in the morning. But Hannah forbidden this, and persuaded him to come home around 9:30 ish at night and sleep around 10pm.

Ah, they're such a supportive couple that acts like an old married couple.

Anyways, I had the effort to get up and plucked some clothes out of my dresser. Some skinny jeans, Superdry top will do for another day at Yogtowers. Bringing these with my towel and underwear, I headed across the quiet corridor to the bathroom. Normally Lewis and Hannah left early for the office to record; leaving me in charge of the house and Ellie. For somehow, she would be either at her laptop or writing in her diary: I don't complain about it, or we'll get into an argument about some silly sh*t.

Lesson I have learnt during my life: DON'T ARGUE ABOUT STUPID THINGS. My sister was easy to get along, with her smile and the urge for you to smile back at her: you will know you are going be in her good list.

I passed her room – which her door was open: Ellie was again focused with her imaginative side of writing a fiction. I don't say anything but just rolled my eyes as an annoying gesture. With my empty hand, I locked the bathroom door; hung my clothes on the railing and looked at myself at the mirror.

With this process, I would always remember that I always forgotten to remove my make up at night. This means my mascara looked like I had cried, my eye shadow was rather fading: even my lipstick. What was worse was my hair. It always looked like a birds' nest every morning: some scarlet highlights here and there between my blonde streaks.

But I appreciated it... I was different from amongst the billions of people in the world with others who have bright, awesome hair like moi. Anyways, I strip myself off and take a boiling hot shower for ten minutes: humming 'Let it Go' from Disney frozen.

(A/N: I AM NOT writing up the whole song up: it'll just take the whole space.)

Sometimes when I sing, I would just float to my own little world. Sounds too cheesy, but I'll put that in. My voice wasn't the best I would say so myself. I never got singing lessons, but just watched the songs from every Disney movie. And now: I knew every one of them and its lyrics. I would say I haven't got a favourite, but it could be Tangled: 'I See the Light' or 'Love is an Open Door: just because of the harmonisation.

I stopped singing; turned the hot water off and stepped out of the bathtub to wrap my towel around my body. Instead of taking ages with the hair dryer, I dried my hair with a spare towel, put on my under garments and clothes on and started to plait my hair since it was still wet. For around 5 minutes, I apply my makeup on: using some mascara, foundation and a natural colour lipstick. Finally I looked what I always was before.

"There, look's fine to me." I sighed and muttered to myself as I looked at myself at the mirror. Grabbing my towel, I unlocked the door and again sauntered down the corridor to my room. My bedroom was the same size as Ellie's, with some game posters and one 'Imagine Dragons' poster hung at the back of my door; my duvet covers coloured turquoise as well as my pillows.