Heyyyyyyy! So... New book:) not really much to say but ill be working super super super hard and hopefully ill be happier with this book then my previous one.
This is probably the longest chapter I've ever written! Comment and vote if you liked this chapter 😘 means a lot!
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Chapter 1: Most Beautiful.
I woke up to the sound of my blaring Alarm clock dinging and vibrating to the point where it almost fell off my side table. I hit it with my right hand and struggled to get out of bed.
I stood up and peered out of my window to see more snow had landed in Canada! How is that even possible! Toronto, Ontario was so cold! Almost too cold In the winter.
I limped to the bathroom with only one eye open. I picked up my iPhone and looked at the time. 6:00 AM on the dot.
I splashed my face with the ice cold water that rushed out of my tap. I squeezed a tiny amount of face wash into my hand and rubbed it all over my face. I was relaxed until I had to splash it once again.
I did my makeup in a special order. I smeared cover up all over my face and put on powder to make sure it wasn't shiny. Then I curled my eyelashes and put on a thick coat of my oddly shaped mascara. I put on baby lips and stuck my mint eos in my bag for if my lips get chapped during the day.
I brushed my hair out and plugged in my curling iron. After about two minutes it was hot so I could start using it. I threw my hair half up and half down so i could curl the bottom half. I started with the right side and then headed around to the left. After i was done i sprayed some hairspray on it and let my top half loosely fall. I carefully brushed the top half trying not to wreck my masterpiece on the bottom. I continued to curl right to left and hairspray it as I go. After I had finished I fluffed it up with my hands and walked to my closet.
I peered through my large selection of clothes. I had stuff from long sleeves, T-shirts, and tank tops all in a colour coated order. My pants lay in a basket under my bedside table. I had done my laundry, so everything was clean. I picked up a pair of black leggings and slipped them on over my tan legs. I threw on my favourite Christmas sweater and looked in the mirror. Pretty and comfy was my style. I quickly realized that I need some sort of accessory. My nana had given me her necklace right before she passed away last year. I walked to the bathroom and grabbed it carefully and placed it around my neck. It was a metal bead with diamonds all around it. I never left the house without it. And Now I looked good.
I grabbed my gym stuff off my desk and stuck my iPhone in my back pocket.
I skipped down my spiral staircase to see my large bottom floor of my home. I skipped to the kitchen and rolled my sleeves up. I placed my phone on the table and checked Instagram. I posted a selfie last night at about eleven PM. Seven new likes. That's pretty good. I grabbed an apple for breakfast and stuck it in my backpack. I grabbed two lulu lemon bags. One for lunch and one for My gym "supplies". I stuck my gym clothes inside one and chucked it towards my brown flowery backpack. I packed my lunch with healthy things. After I finished I walked over and bent down to put everything including my homework in my backpack.
I almost forgot my phone but quickly remembered. I skipped over to the counter and stuck my phone in my back pocket.
Then something caught my eye on the far corner of the countertop. A note••
• hi honey,
Had to leave on another business trip at 5:00 AM this morning!
Feeling bad because I know how excited you were for that mother daughter spa day we were gonna have tomorrow.You can still go if you'd like. Extra cash is in the cookie jar, taped to the lid. Sadly I won't be home for 1 week.
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Most Beautiful
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