Niagara Falls With Me

Trip Time- Ch.37

It kind of disturbs me how i am sleeping in a bed that has not been cleansed in like four months. It's gross, think of all the dust mites and dirt that are in the weaves and stitches. Ugh, it's really gross. Most people don't expect me to be the kind of girl that cares about stuff like that, but I do, a lot.  The walls,  the floor,  the air,  it's all so dirty and unclean.  I would clean it myself,  I just don't have a duster,  vacuum,  or bleach to clean. I look over to the camera,  I look around it,  then tap softy on the screen twice.  Then I take a few steps back and make a come here motion with my hands,  then I sit down and wait by the door. 
  A few minutes later John walks in,  not in a rush this time. He opens the door and says "What?"
"I want cleaning supplies!"
"Huh." He looks shocked, surprised.
"This room is disgusting," I say. He looks around and puts his arm like he saying, this is the cleanest room ever! "I want cleaning supplies, you know bleach, widow stuff, vacuum, mop for the bathroom. Oh and a duster please! And then later can you-"
"What?" John interrupts,"Why would you want to clean?" I guess it is kind of weird, I want to clean the room that I was kidnapped and put into.
"Okay, so maybe it is a little weird how I want to clean my cell, but, it's gross." I pause,"do you think I can go get my bedding washed?"
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The scent of bleach stunts my nose, but I keep cleaning anyway. Once I'm done with the bathroom counters I clean the floor with a broom then a swiffer. The little wet cloth smells like lavender. Then I clean the mirrors, then I vacuum the carpet, then I make my bed, dust, baseboards, toilets, door frames, everything in the room. I checked the time and it is 1:00. A.m. I wash all the bleach off my fingers and take a long bath, tomorrow is going to be a long day.
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"Karis. Karis. Karis!"
I groan, and roll over. I don't know what's going on, John never wakes me up! So something has to be going on. I sit up. I half groan and half talk, and say what?
  "We're going.  Get up,  do whatever you have to do.  I don't makeup,  hair.  Pack stuff for a twelve hour car ride. "John gets up and leaves. 
  I walk over to bathroom and grab my hair brush,  and some pony tail holders.  I apply my concealer,  foundation,  blush,  eyeliner,  eyeshadow,  false lashes,  mascara,  finally I am filling in my eyebrows when I realize,  I need to take a shower first.  I groan and force off my pajamas and wash my hair and body as carefully as possible,  trying not to ruin my makeup.  I don't touch my face at all,  even if a feel sow thing streaming down,  I know I'll only make it worse.  I learned that lesson the hard way,  I was getting ready for school completely don't with my make up and realized I had a lot of time left until I left for school.  So I finally realized  I still had on my PJ's and didn't take a shower,  so I got j to the shower and turned on the water,  I felt my mascara leaking so I brushed it off my face like I do with my tears.  Once I got out of the shower,  there was mascara smudges all over my face.  Never again will I do that. 
  I hopped out of the shower feeling very weak,  as I do every morning.  Luckily I put on my water proof mascara so I only had to do a few touch-ups here and there. 
  Once I finished all that I put on my clothes and tried my hair.  That took about a good thirty minutes.  I finished packing,  my bag includes;  hair brush,  book,  ponytail holders,  sketch pad,  earbuds and iPod,  and most importantly deodorant.  I've noticed on long car rides I tend to sweat, A LOT.  And I don't just mean a little damp, I'm talking swear stains on my grey Pierce The Veil t-shirt. 
  I put on really comfortable clothes,  so a pair of Abercrombie sweatpants and my 21 pilots shirt,  and some chacos. I put my hair up in a pony tail grabbed my bag and my camera,  the John opened the door and off we went!