Down The Rabbit Hole

T W O

I turned towards my vanity and quickly turned away in fear at what awaited me.

Well I hope I at least look the same.

I still was hesitating to look at the vanity across the room.

Deciding not to waste anymore time I finally walked to my vanity and my eyes widened when I saw my reflection. Large ocean blue eyes stared straight back at me.

This is definitely not me.

Then I saw it, the unruly ginger hair and all my fears disappeared.

Thank god at least my hair stayed the same.

I ruffled up my messy curls.

God I hate them sometimes especially when I wake up looking like a Cocker Spaniel spliced with an Alpaca.

Today was one of those days. Reaching for the brush I calmly tried to tame the rats nest upon my head all was going well till I heard that horrible "Snap!"

Looking down I saw I was only left holding a handle.

"Fucking cheap brushes, you wanna be rebellious? Fine!" I yelled at my hair.

I'll just wear my hair up in pigtails with ribbons.

Sighing to myself and retrieving two from the dresser.

After fussing with my hair till it stayed in place I began to do my makeup like I always wore it. Kind of like Ronnie Spector's style eyes. Cat eyes to be precise.

Why bother my glasses will just hide my eyes anyways.

I frowned at that thought though I knew it was true.

Finishing up my makeup I put my bifocals back on.

"How in the hell did boys look so attractive in these I look like a freakin' fly." I said looking at myself in the mirror once more before deciding I was decent with my appearance.

Well since I'm awake mind as well go brush my teeth.