Grey Olive,
Long ombre hair.
Green eyes.
Dimples.
Perfect glowing skin.
Perfect posture.
Cutest laugh.
Intelligent.
Good grades.
Only Child.
Speak multiple languages.
Plays piano.
dances.
draws.
She is the perfect Daughter.
The Reynolds wanted her.
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My hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and my eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. Well, I guess we all look like shit in the morning. I walk to the glass shower, turning it on, getting out of my white dress sweater, leaving me in blue box bra and white under wear and knee white socks. I slipped out of my undergarments, stepping into the the shower, shivered my skin, giving me goosebumps. I turn the heat up a little more. I wash my body with Dove, smearing the White soap bar, around my stomach, down my legs, around my neck, etc. I stop the water, making my way out the shower, slipping into my fuzzy house shoes, wrapping myself in my white robe. I wrap a medium size wrap. Wrapping it around my hair. Having the warmth around my cold shivered skin, I went to my bedroom sat on the floor, smoothing baby oil on my legs and arms. Then grabbing, beige -pink nail Polish. I filed ny nails first, I have like hand goals, My nails are ling as fake nails, there perfect shaped. There not to big or small. Just like my butt.
I finished doing my nails, walkingon my heel of my foot. Making my way back to the base barroom. I reach for my red wood drawer,and start yanking out the nots in my hair. Brushing hard and hard as hell to get it perfect. After brushing the streaks on my left side of ny hair I work my side to the right. "Hunny I'm leaving to work" my mom shouted, while searcing for my curler, "bye mom, love you" I say, "love you too" I said with the crabby groaky voice, hearing the door shut.
Finlly getting the tangles out of my hair, I plug my curler in the outlet by the sink, I'll let it warm up a little. I make my way over to the closet, grabbing the outfit that I planed last night, it was floral flower skirt, with a black crop top, that showed under my belly button. A beige sweater with a black boots, with a black cabby Top hat. I put on a few bracletes. With some gold ring earrings.
I grab my favorite mathing pink lace bra and underwear, I grabbed a pair of plain ankle white socks. I put on I walk back to the bathroom, to get dressed, I slip on my pink lace undergarments. I put on my skirt, then my crop top, put on my beige sweater, 'Knock knock' I hear, hudling over in my room, hopping on one foot while putting my socks on. "Here I come" I say loud enough for 'who ever it is' to hear.
"Well hurry up bxtch"
Of course it was Caroline. I reached for the silver nob turning it, opening the door, to a happy face. "Good morning" I say, her smile drops. "No it is not a good morning, look at me"
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"What's the problem" I say looking down at her. "My bestie is not dressed, yet" she said pointing up and down at me. I just have to do my hair. I leave the door open for her, and runs back up stairs for my curler, I turn it down a couple notches. I start with the Left side, doing multiple sections. I do the right side. I hear fancy turn on. "Im so fancy you already know"
(Lyrics below for fancy by Iggy Azalea, with Charlie)
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Verse 1 — Iggy Azalea:] First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest) Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it) And I'm still in the Murda Bizness I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right) You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?) Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah) Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist) Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never) Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?) Bring the hooks in, where the bass at? Champagne spillin', you should taste that
