Where it all began

Chapter 3

My eye's fluttered open from the sunlight peering through my blind. 

"You little shit" I mumbled to the sun. I rolled over a glanced at my phone. 7:30am. I groaned, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. I stumbled to the door, making sure never to make full head contact with it again. I rubbed my head remembering the pain when I felt something unusual. I ran to the bathroom and gasped as I looked into the mirror. no no no no no. I have a slightly blue bump on my head. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I hissed. "Couldn't have picked better timing." I heard my phone buzz back in my room. I slowly walked back while at the same time trying to push the egg back into my head. 

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"Good morning Tiarna, just making sure you're still up for today? :)"

I walked back to the mirror and glanced at my forhead. Surely a little make up can do something to that.. I hope. 

Me: "Yeah, of coarse. See you at 10 :)"

I strolled out of the bathroom and headed for the kitchen. I was welcomed into the room with the sweet smell of Nicole. I smoothly slid up to her and took a big sniff. 

"Ahhh, you smell so good!" I breathed out. 

"Get away from me you creep!" Nicole chuckled. 

"What are you doing up so early?" I asked, helping myself to her slice of toast. 

"I've got to work at 8" She sighed. (Nicole works at starbucks which is amazing because she always bring me home muffins)

"No way. I'm meeting someone there this morning!" I smirked.

"Who would that be? You have no friends" Even though that was partly true, I hoped she was joking. 3..2..1.. yep, her face smoothed into a grin before she giggled. 

"Oh, well if you're going to be like that than I won't tell you!" I took her other peice of toast then slyly slid of the bar stool and skipped towards the bathroom. 

I turned on the shower taps, flicked on my curler so it had time to heat up and started playing music from my phone while I got undressed. 

Valerie - Amy Whinehouse started pumping from my phone's speakers and I couldn't help but sing and bop along to it. I didn't bother washing my hair as I had already done it yesterday, and it's always easier to style when it's a little dirty. I lathered myself with a fresh smelling soap and shaved my armpits and legs.

After a half hour shower performance, I had to leave the warm water and start to get ready. I wanted plenty of time so I could shuffle through outfits and decide what looks ok. 

I wiggled my butt to the music as I applied some foundation and powder, followed by some blush. I really don't like make-up, and try not to wear it, but I really dislike what I look like without it. 

I layered on some mascara and applied a very small line of liquid eye liner on my top eye-lid. I personally think it make's my blue eye's stand out more.

I let my hair down from it's messy bun and ran my brush through it. At the moment my hair is brown, but fades into a blonde, pretty much like a dip-dye. My hair is naturally wavy but I prefer curling it so it looks like I've actually made an effort. 

After an hour of pampering myself, I was finally half satisfied that I didn't look like a complete disaster. The bump was bearly noticable anymore, but it still hurt like a bitch. 

I skipped to my room and opened my cupboard doors. My mood absolutely dropped. I have no clothes at all! Well not suitable for this ocasion anyway.. Ughhhhh. I ran to Nicole's cupboard and scanned through her clothes. I grabbed a few things before running back to my room. I threw on a bra and matching undies, making me feel complete as a person. Ya feel me?