August 25, 2012
Living alone is lonely. Well, obviously.
But, sometimes, living with someone is lonelier. Well, it depends actually.
*smiles*
I am Bethanie Crooke, 16 years old. I learned to live alone since I was thirteen. Excluding the fact that I am still dependent to my mother financially, I have no more connection to my family unless they try to reach out to me.
I used to rent bed spaces and move to another when I get tired of the place's ambiance.
Today is another stressful school day, for sure. There are lots of things to love about going to school. But there are too many people who loves to give you school sickness.
I flicked my eyes open, welcoming the brightness of the new day. The air is cool enough and I was able to sleep without the cover.
I shot up on my butt to try to set aside the sleepiness from my body.
*sigh*
I need to find more inspiration just enough to keep me getting myself to school.
I got up, fixed my bed, then went to the bathroom.
Shower could make my nerves awake. A cold shower does more.
I got out with only a towel around my body and another for my hair.
I walked around the room, preparing my stuffs for school.
I am not one of those typical rich kids, but I guess I'm lucky enough to have supportive parents all the way.
They provide me anything I need as much as they could, and grant my wishes considering what would be best for me.
They even found a way to be able to send me to MN - Media Noche - the best academy but kept a low profile, yet does acquire affordable tuition fee. Its name tells one thing about it.
They have cute dress code.
White button up collared tank top, navy blue above-the-knee skirt, and black leather shoes.
I got mine from my bed, where I have gathered all my necessary things for the day, and put it on.
My mother suggested to have them simple, and I considered her idea.
I have my blouse with lower front pockets, and barely visible floral details all over. My skirt is halfway to the knees and symmetrically plated, detailed the way my blouse is. White knee socks and typical flat school shoes.
Today, I'm gonna match this outfit with a black feminine sling bag. I placed my gadgets and its accessories, and other stuffs into it.
I placed myself upon my dressing table. A little touch ups may do, you know.
I started with light foundation, and then lip balm. Then I did my light smokey eyes and brows. I unwrapped my hair then placed the small towel on its rack before going back in front of the mirror.
I brushed my long blonde hair to its tips.
Hmmm...
A simple ponytail will do.
I ended my grooming by brushing my ponytail.
But just before it--
*Call Ringtone*
--my phone startled me.
I rushed to my bag.
I should not miss silencing this gadget before going into my classes.
I immediately answered the call as soon as I caught my phone.
"Good afternoon. What can I do for you?" I greeted.
"Campus' Gate 1, alas dies y media." An adult feminine voice answered.
*toot toot toot*
I faced my phone, eyes widened as my phone shows that the caller ended the conversation right away saying her words.
"What the heck..." I said, whispering the last part as I try to suppress the word.
That was so... inapproriate.
"Baby!" A feminine voice called probably from downstairs. "You're gonna be late!"
"Right." I muttered.
I gathered my stuffs then rushed downstairs.
I found her preparing the kitchen island with breakfast. I see bacon, sunny side-ups, rice, and my favourite is just being surrendered by my mother's wonderful hands - a plate of full sandwich with layers of vegetables and spread for filling. Totally vegetarian.
"There you are." She announced when she saw me. She smiled warmly.
"Good morning, Ma." I answered, then headed for a seat across the island from her.
"Good morning, girls." A man greeted, approaching us.
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Author's Note
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