Bleep...Bleep...Bleep... roars my alarm. Ugh! I wish we could've moved in at least a day or two before we were due to start work, so we would be able to rest up and unpack properly. Bleep...Bleep... ''Oh, just shut up!'' I scream, as I wave my hand out to the side in an attempt to disable the alarm. why won't it turn off? I wonder. I slowly open my eyes to come to he conclusion that laying down in my own suitcase... Wrapped up in my own clothes. ''Seriously?!'' I shout in frustration.
''Shaznay, get up!'' My aunt shouts from down the hall. ''I'm up, I'm up!'' I reply as I crawl out of the suitcase towards my bedside table ''ugh..'' I cry.
I manage to kill the threatening alarm, and clear up my room, placing the now empty suitcases in a hidden compartment in my walk-in closet before my aunt walks in.Now that It's clean and everything has been put into it's place,I finally get to acknowledge how beautiful and spacious my room is. It's complete with classic marble tiles all around, tall ceilings, a super king size bed that sits in the middle of the room with the most majestic Italian bed spread and pillows, as well as the biggest walk-in closet ever, big enough to get lost in and a desk already stocked with all my essential stationary and technology; like my laptop, kindle, I Pad, Apple computer and my Apple laptop that sits along side it. Wow! I'm so privileged! I acknowledge as I giggle to myself.
''Thank you God...'' I smile to him as I look up to the tanned, cream ceilings of the room. I quickly scurry off to grab a towel from my closet to shower.
''Wow...'' I gasp as I slowly creep into my en-suit. ''It's absolutely gorgeous...'' is all I manage to spit out. And it's so huge too! It possesses one hundred percent marble furnishings on the floors, up the walls and along the counter tops too. As well as a walk in shower to the left of me, a pair of his and hers sinks a bidet and a crystal white toilet to my right. There's so much storage too! I lung towards under the sinks to come face to face with... nothing? That's probably the only thing that I have to stock myself. I ease back up to look into the mirror, to see behind me a large closet that climbs the walls, yet not all the way up to the unreachable tall ceilings,already stocked with the essential toiletries; for example, face, hand,hair and shower towels, towels, shaving cream... etcetera. Finally something I don't have to stock up myself I think as I smile to myself. I'm so lazy.
I attach my towel to the railing of the shower, before the discarding of my clothes into the clothing basket and descending into the shower of heaven itself. I soap up with my flannel and creamy soap from bath and body works. I absolutely love that store, I think as I smile to myself, then brush my teeth while I'm there quickly, as I notice that I'm running out of time. I can't believe that there's a digital clock built into one of the walls of the shower.
I wash off quickly and run off into the closet to pick out something suitable, meanwhile I dry off and cream my skin.
''Shaz! If you want that ride to work yuh best hurry yo' ass up outta yuh room! 'cause, mi nah risk being late a wok today fi yuh!'' my aunt shouts through a speaker, in her pure Jamaican accent. Shoot! That frightened me! I walk over to the speaker, there's a panel of options and rooms and it's touch screen too. There must be a speaker in every room then. I think I saw one in my bathroom and bedroom too. Wow its all so high tech! It says it came from the kitchen and that the hob is in use. She must be making breakfast, hopefully she's making Cornmeal porridge, one of my favourite porridges from Jamaica. Mmm... My stomach growls at the thought of eating it as, I bite my lip. I best hurry up!
I press the button attached to the screen, leaning into the receiver ''I am aunty...'' I groan. ''Yuh best be!'' she replies. As soon as I finish creaming my body I spray on my Victoria's Secret ''Love spell'' and my favourite red lace set of my thong and bra from Anne Summers. I picked out a white, shoulder length shirt and a red pencil skirt, with a small cut going up the front on the side of it. Nice!
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My true love...
عاطفيةA love story about a forbidden relationship between a young and quiet teenage girl and a CEO of a multi-billion US dollar company owned by a man named Harry Styles.