BEEB! BEEB! BEEB! BEEB! "ughhhhhhghg!" i groan as my noisy alarm clock blasts in my ear but that's the only way it'll wake me up. if it's any quieter i'll sleep in and be late for school. i know because it happened last year A LOT! i grab my phone and go on to my favourite group chat on instagram, Nifty Trinkets. 'hey guys good morning' i text. immediately i get 'hey soil!' from james then brooklyn then declan and lastly ian. you see, Soil is the name that everyone has given me and they don't really call me by my real name, Soleil. 'hey james' 'hey octopussy' 'hey declan' 'hey ian' i quickly respond. i got really excited when james texted because for as long as i can remember, i've had the biggest crush on james. everyone i know ships #solames. everyone except...james. brooklyn, ian and declan always spam the chat with #solames and every time james just says 'guys! it's not going to happen!' a little piece of my heart breaks off each time. despite the fact that i want it to be real, i play along with james and say it's not going to happen. again brooklyn, ian, and declan spam the chat with '#solames' and again james and i just say 'it's not going to happen!' the only difference is he doesn't want it to be real and i do.
the only person that knows i like james is brooklyn and i'd like to keep it that way! i have no idea what i would do if people found out i like james. i just really don't wanna ruin james and i's friendships by him finding out.
after going on my phone for around 30 minutes to help me wake up, i pick out what i want to wear that day. i chose black leggings, a black crop top and a red flannel to tie around my waist so i don't get dress coded. i then sit in a stool in my bathroom and put a headband on to get the baby hairs out of my face and begin to do my makeup i put on a light bb cream, put concealer on, and finish off the look by filling in my brows. usually i would put mascara on but i don't have to because i have eyelash extensions. after that i mmmbrush out all the knots in my hair and do double dutch french braids. next i brush my teeth, make a somewhat healthy lunch, slip on my adidas superstars and head out the door so i can walk to my bus stop.
