My Long Lost Sister

Mariah

I grabbed a bagel out of the fridge, and popped it in the toaster. I ran down the long hallway to my own bathroom, and got my straightener out and turned it on to 250 degrees. I looked at the clock on the other wall. 5:36am is what it read, so I had time to get ready before mom came back upstairs from our gym in the basement. I grapped my iPhone and turned pandora on. Paramore was the station for today.

As I was waiting for my straightener to beep to tell me it was ready, I ran to my room and got my make-up bag and opened up my closet, and looked for an outfit. I had so many things to chose from, but today, it was going to be black ripped skinny jeans and a loose fitting shirt with a cheetah on it and black converse. I heard my straightner go off and ran to the bath room with my make-up bag. I parted my hair, and started straightening my black, medium length hair.

Once I was done, I opened my makeup bag. I grabbed the black, gold and silver smokey-eye palett, and started with my eyes. I was surprised my eyes turned out good, because i've only done this once. After that I got my black pencil eyeliner out and put it on my waterline. I made it thick, so it looked like i was awake. I then grabbed my foundation, and squirted some on my sponge and rubbed it around my face, neck and chest. 

I ran to my room and plugged my phone into my speakers and turned on my bass system that my stepdad got me for my birthday last year. As I listened to Hailey's voice from Paramore, I sung along with it. I took my shorts off and put my skinny jeans on. After I was completely dressed, I ran into the kitchen and got my bagel out of the toaster and the strawberry cream cheese out of the fridge and spreaded it on my bagel. Yum. I cracked open a Dr. Pepper, and took it into the living room where I put on my shoes. I turned the T.V. on to the Today Show. "Yay." I said to myself, Justin Bieber was performing. I absolutely hated Justin Bieber.

My mom walked into the living room and said, "Mariah, how many times do I have to tell you to turn your music off when your not in your room listening to it?" she said, sounded stern. 

I looked at my mom. She was in her late thirties, but still had the body of a twenty year old. Beautiful. I thought to my self. She was mexican, and had long legs with a nice glowing tan. She had long golden brown hair, with specks of blond in it. She had the most beautiful hazel eyes i've ever seen. My mom tells me I look like my dad, and that I have her body. 

"Sorry mom," i sputtered standing up. "How was your work out?" 

"It was good, but I kept getting e-mails and calls from the office."

"Oh." I suddenly lost interest when she said office. I hate that place. It takes my mother away from me. She was the owner of Maybeline. The makeup company. She's the reason why we have such a big house. seven bedrooms, five bathrooms, and office, a lab so she can test different theories and makeups, and we even had a home theater in our basement, with its own consession stands. Even with the movie theatre popcorn. My favorite. I thought in my head.

That wasn't just all in our house though. We even had an inground pool in the back, with a hottub. We even had a greenhouse. I still dont understand why my mom has all these big things in the house if she never has time for them, and since it's just me and her living here. 

The big clock that sat on our wall said 7:06am. My mom came in the living room and asked me if I was ready. I nodded, running back to my room, where Paramore was still playing, grapped my head phones and phone, and shut my door. I grapped my book bag out of my 4 car garage and got in the Benz. Today was going to be a long day at school.