Pieces

Chapter 1: My story

I'm 15 years and always have been fascinated with love stories, books, and movies. Especially love songs. I sat in my room listening to music thinking to myself. I wasn't much of a TV person. It bored me and wasn't hooking at all. I looked around my room. My red curtains hung close to the floor near my bedroom window. My bed was a mess the red sheet was at the end of my full size bed. The main blanket was covering me away from the cold. Then the comfortable cotton blanket was covering my upper body and arms. The closet had my ribbons hanging above it from the equitation I was taking. Clothes scattered among the cold tile floor. I looked straight ahead in front of my bed and saw my TV. I never used it, it was mostly just there to make the room not look so empty. I sat up on my bed then looked left. My dresser was there and a mirror. The dresser had makeup disorganized all over the top of the dresser, there wasn't a empty spot left on the dresser. In conclusion my room was a mess. I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't perfect. I had a small nose and small eyes. They popped with the mascara and eyeliner I put on them every morning. The reddish eye shadow that went along made the green in my eyes pop. My face is freckled and I had very dry skin. My gold hair went down past my boobs but not my belly button. Although still to me I wasn't perfect.

I kept looking at myself and then realized how bored I was admiring myself in the mirror.

"Katy!" My mother screamed at me.

I walked over to wear she was yelling at me. "What?" I asked her.

"Did you do your chores yet?" she questioned me with some type of face on her face. I don't know it was just some sort of face. Kind of funny in a way.

Of course I didn't do my chores. I'd rather listen to music or play Xbox. "No." I simply said then looked at her with her same strange face.

She quickly changed her face. "Well do them so that I can make dinner." what? how do my chores effect her making dinner. I didn't ask for my mother would slap me if I back talked her.

I walked off to the back yard to fill up the water for my dog. Then I grabbed the scooper to pick up his poop. I was done about 15 minutes after wards.

I can't wait for Monday. Weird huh. Although my house was boring.