ᗷᗩᗪ ᗷᖇᗩᑕEᒪET ᗷOYᔕ

Baby steps?

Chapter 11- At first connection

"Liar, liar, pants are on fire!"

I woke up to violent shaking.

"Gah! Just stop it!" I screamed, as I looked into James' familiar eyes.

His face plastered a smirk,

"Well look at this, sleeping beauty is finally awake!" He exclaimed, as he ripped away my snuggly duvet.

I wrapped my arms around my body warming myself and closed my eyes, as the rays of light beamed onto me.

Hang on a minute. Did he just say 'beauty'? Oh, that's real nice James. Real nice.

I yawned and stretched my arms out, as I sat on my bed,

"Are you mocking me?" I asked, with a hint of playfulness.

James was admiring himself in the mirror, to notice that I was speaking to him, tsk, tsk, silly boy. He was ruffling his hair around with his hands, and whistling quietly,

"JAMES!" I screamed, as he jumped up and hit his forehead against the edge of the mirror,

I stood up slowly, heading towards my inured friend.

"Aw!" He whined, as he rubbed his face, "I need plastic surgery." He looked at me with a mischievous grin,

"James, what's wrong?" I asked, as I beaded my eyes,

"Nothing." He said, a bit too fast.

I sighed.

I made my way over to the mirror, that hung swiftly on my door.

And my queue, I screamed mentally, whilst grabbing onto James,

"There's a monster in the mirror, James! Look!" I said, as I peered at the mirror through the side of my eyes,

James laughed. Red face, grabbing onto his lungs, and crying,

"Darling, look again." He commanded,

I hesitated at first, but stared at it.

I grabbed a lock of my hair, as the monster did too.

Then it clicked!

"I am the monster!" I exclaimed, whilst James has a poker face,

"Like I never told you!"

But come on, the monster looked like a monster; messy hair (that rather looks like a birds nest), puffy, red eyes, a bit of drool, running on from my nose, to my lip somehow.

"Shit." I commented, as I waved my hair with my hands,

"Yes, 'Shit'. Now, go get yourself cleaned up and get dressed- Mr Wazawski will kill us. Alive. If we don't get there on time." He said, as he left the room.

Cheeky boy, ordering me around.

I huffed, as I stripped off my night clothes. I then went into the bathroom, and had a shower. I've got to admit- this shower was amazing; it had a jet wash, that relaxed my muscles.

I cut my nails, and found minutes to wax my arms and legs. Satisfied, I walked in my dorm and rummaged through my armoire.

Like my French vocabulary? Oui? Non?

I learnt French in middle school, just the basics. As it began to become more difficult, I eventually dropped out.

Today, I'm going to look...normal.