'Na na na, come on, Na na na, come on, Na na na, na na come on'
I scrunch my eyes as I look at the bright screen and slide to end my alarm. Rhianna has never not been fantastic at waking me up. Thursday. Ugh. Only two more days. Two whole days. Ugh
I crawl out of bed and blindly turn the shower knobs until after switching from blistering hot to freezing cold I get a nice medium and wash with my $59 Lush body scrub my dad bought me from divorce guilt. Nothing smells nicer in the morning than vanilla and strawberries. When the Spotify add plays I manage to get out. I peer into the foggy mirror. I look good considering I'm not wearing any makeup. I dry my hair and get out my make-up.
I don't wanna sound like a vain bitch here, but I'm pretty good looking. I've had enough people tell me this for me to accept it without getting a big head. I have long straight blond hair and large hazel eyes. Due to my summer being spent with a bottle of baby oil on the beach my skin was super brown and tan. I suppose I had a good nose but noses are weird; they only look good if the rest of you look good. Due to a strict regime of juice cleanses and pilates, I have a killer body.
I did my make-up extra light, some light foundation, mascara, lip gloss and bronzer, so I wouldn't get into trouble with the school's no 'make-up' rule. God knows what would happen if someone wore too much blush. Another pointless rule was
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Teen FictionLux Kloss has a lot of experience in one of those things. Her life is just as she wanted it to be. Perfect. But when does 'Perfect' ever stay like that?
