Chloe's POV
When my alarm clock blared I shut it off before it could blare for the second time. The first day of school, it would be a lie to say I'm not excited to go back. After all, I was a junior this year. I have always loved school, and yes I get aggravated with it as much as the next the kid, but something about walking down the hallways with friends, complaining about homework and teachers, the anxiety of the last bell, and the breath off relief when winter break came. Waving to everyone and smiling to the kids I knew, doing homework till 2 am and groaning when I had to get up in the morning. Sleeping in late and not even caring if your tardy, cause you could care less about that class anyway.
I don't know why but . . . I adore those small moments. Maybe because, I know soon enough those will just be memories. At one point we all have to grow up. No longer coming home to Mom and Dad. No more study sessions with friends. No more excitement for our sweet sixteen or your license , or graduation. . . and maybe just maybe . . . we will come to miss it.
I leaped out of bed unplugging my phone from its charging cord placed on one of my two nightstands beside my bed. I picked it up from around the candles and flowers and lamps that were placed on each table.
My room was large as the natural light flooded in. It's dark neutral colors of black & white worked well with my grey walls. I was proud of it. Faux fur grey and black pillows on my black and grey and white bed sheets with fancy white furniture such as a desk and a beauty desk, book shelves and mirrors. Fresh flowers and green plants, candles and my easel in the corner with my smaller desk full of art supplies and sketch books and water jars.
It was elegant and still very, "hipster", as my friends like to call me when they tease me.
My closet was large and white, with a white chandelier that hung, shelves of shoes placed next to my many many racks of clothes. My bathroom was just as elegant. I smiled content that I finally felt that everything fell into place.
I made my bed, and picked up the outfit that was hanging on my door which I had picked the night before.
Ripped black skinny jeans, along with a cropped grey thick turtle neck. I slipped on my socks and laced up my black Doc Martines, I bounced off to my bathroom where I pulled my hair back and washed my ace and my teeth before applying my makeup.
Foundation
Contour
Highlight
Eyebrows
Curling eyelashes along with Mascara,
And some nude lipstick.
Ah the life of a girl.
I took my hair out and brushed it, my long light brown hair and it fell in waves all around me.
I looked at myself in the mirror and smile content with my work.
I gabbed my black leather backpack that was placed on my chair back in my bedroom, it had one of those faux fur ball keychain attached to it which was grey. Then I grabbed my keys and phone and giggled as I saw the same fur keychain only in brown attached to my keys.
I had a small obsession with fur, or all things fashionable.
I walked down my stairs carefully not to wake my sleeping parents. They worked so hard for me the least I could do was let them sleep. They always so as they wanted the best for me, and they did give me the best. We lived in a wealthy neighborhood and lived lavishly.
But I knew non of that mattered to them it didn't even matter to me. As long as I had them both and tegu had each other I was happy.
When I walked to the kitchen I found a note from my mother on the kitchen counter and smiled. I skimmed it over and it was just her saying sweet things about me growing up and such, yet it melted my heart.
I walked out to the garage and clicked my keys as my Black two door jeep unlocked itself. I smiled and jumped in, the engine roared as it turned on and I immediately plugged in my phone to the auxiliary blasting my music and dancing around like an idiot as I existed out gated community and sped off to school.
I'd even turn to the poor old men driving their Sports Car's dancing and lip syncing, and they'd gap and stare unsure of what to do.
I didn't care, I had my sunglasses on anyway. And for once I finally felt like everything in life was just . . .
Perfect.
