Trials of This Life

Hadley POV

*rriinngg!*

I jumped at my phone that was sitting on my desk. Checking caller id (and approving) I slid the "slide to answer" thingy-mabober over and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked sweetly.

"Hey babe. You don't have plans tonight do you?" Asked the voice of my sweet boyfriend, Spencer

"I guess I do now!" I jokingly responded. Our relationship was so carefree and I loveee it that way.

"Okay. I'll pick you up at 6. I love you," he says laughing.

"Love you too. Bye," and with that, I hung up. Spencer has been my boyfriend for 2 years now. He treats me perfect and that's all I ever could've asked for.

I spring up off my messy bedroom floor to get ready.

Woah, I'm really light headed suddenly. Eh probably just hungry.

*beep boop* my phone alerts.

Well aren't I popular today... Haha I crack myself up! It's just a text from Spencer.

"Wear a dress but casual. You get what I mean?" I read out loud.

"Vaguely but I think I know just the dress;)" I type while saying what in typing. It's a bad habit of mine. Ask anybody. I press send and im off to the shower.

"Okay, if its 4:00 now and I'm getting picked up at 6:00 I have 2 hours. It will take an hour and a half to get ready and I'll have a half an hour to do nothing! Per-fect!" I say to myself while dancing like Leroy from the One Direction "Best Song Ever" music video. I might have a slight obsession with 1D but it's all good. It's not like I know every song by heart and can say and dance every line in the BSE music video... Whuut that's crazy!

Okay, I do all of that actually.

I turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up to the perfect temperature, which isn't long. I hop in and start scrubbing. I wash and condition my long brownish blonde locks. After rinsing thoroughly, I turn off the shower and quickly reach for a towel before the cold air could hit me like knifes. I hop, yes hop out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel into my room. People question of I'm actually 18. My response is 'Its the summer after my senior year of high school, I can do anything I want!' So I do. I find all of my proper undergarments and throw them on. I procceed to march into my huge walk in closet filled with clothes.

"Where is it, where is it?" I say searching for a specific dress,

"OH! There it is!"

I absolutely love this dress. It comes down to about an inch above my knee and it is white, lace and a tank dress. It's perfect and I love it. I slip it on over my tanned, skinny body and start searching for shoes. After a long, hard process, I find them. They're brown braided and wrap all the way around my foot and ankle. An added bonus is they match my purse! SCORE! I quickly slip em on and head off to do my hair and makeup.

"La, la, la, lala," I sing as I snag my pink Clinique makeup bag. I prance down the hallway and turn into my bathroom.

"Music... I need music," I whispered while turning on my phone and clicking on the Pandora Radio app, listening to whatever was on.

I started on my makeup. The process isn't to complicated just moisturizer, foundation, eyeliner (brown of course), gold shimmery eye shadow (on the lid, as a highlight, and under the eye) then topping it off with mascara. Not over the too but looking perfect. People use that word to describe my life but they really don't understand how imperfect my life is. They don't know the trials of my life.

A/N:

Hey guys! This is my new story, "Trials of this life" I know this chapter is short but I want y'all to just get a fell of how I write. I'm not a very consistent person so I won't always update and one chapter may be great but the next will suck. But you know what... YOLO! I hate YOLO. Well I hope you'll keep reading and VOTEEEE PLEASEEEE! Oh and tell your friends (unless you're like me and don't have friends) haha jk I have friends;) byeeee😘😘