Things can go so
Wrong, so fast
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There are some girls in this world who love dressing up.
They love to put makeup on, they love to spend hours trying to find the suitable shirt or shoes, and they love spending quality time in the bathroom staring at a mirror, twisting and curling their hair whichever way they wanted to, to look good.
I, on the other hand, didn’t like dressing up.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not self-conscious about myself. I don’t dislike the way I look; I just don’t have the patience to spend that much time on my appearance. It’s kind of like my mum with everything, how she loses focus on things so easily. That’s how I am when it comes to getting dressed.
I know that if I did put more effort into my appearance, I could look amazing. If I put eyeliner on my eyes, it would really make my eye color pop, and if I actually curled my eyelashes then it would look awesome because I actually have long eyelashes.
I just…don’t do it.
I will, however, put foundation on, only because my cheeks are a pain; my cheeks tend to blush at the most simple things. If I get embarrassed, my cheeks turn pink. If I get angry, they turn red. If I laugh too much, my cheeks will blush—I hated It, that was one thing I did dislike about myself, but I had a very simple solution: Foundation.
So I did apply foundation to my face, focusing mostly on my cheekbones, and I did thoroughly brush my hair, and I did pull it back into a low, loose and comfortable ponytail. With a simple white Imagine Dragons t-shirt and some loose jeans, I was ready to go. All I had to do was put some shoes on and find my phone to see if Wyatt texted me or not.
I ventured out of the bathroom and into my room, seeing my dark vans sitting for me where I basically stashed all my shoes. I found some clean socks and put them off before putting my shoes on; I then found my phone waiting on my bed and indeed, there was a text from Wyatt, letting me know he was on his way.
I stood in the middle of my room, trying to figure out if I was forgetting something.
Oh.
It was a good thing I remembered.
I headed to my closest, where basically everything else I had thrived, and grabbed the book from the shelf, tucking it safely under my arm. With that done, I was officially ready to go.
This had been another one of my mum’s day off; this morning, she actually cooked breakfast.
But that wasn’t the big part.
She didn’t burn the pancakes.
They were a little un-done, with the insides a little mushy, but I actually didn’t mind it. I mean, it was a whole lot better than being burnt to a crisp, right? I spent the rest of my day doing some homework—yeah, I had such an exciting life, didn’t I? I had no idea what my mum was doing, and the house was utterly silent, not even the air conditioner sounding as it was turned on throughout the entire day.
However, when I reached the living room, I came to a dead stop to find my mum’s boyfriend (and boss, can’t forget) sitting on the couch staring down at what looked like an iPad in his lap. His features were narrowed in deep concentration, and it looked like he was reading something; he was wearing a suit and tie—the whole shebang—and his dark green eyes instantly rose when he heard my footsteps.
