Be A Fool For You

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

My alarm started blaring, and as usual I pressed snooze. I continued to do so every 10 minutes until,Val, our housekeeper, came knocking on my door.

"Hermosa, it's time to wake up! You're going to be late!" She's called me that ever since we hired her, she says it means 'beautiful' in her language. I was 2 years old when she began staying at our house, looking after it and me whilst my parents weren't home. Aka, always.

I stretched and groaned until I decided it was time to get up. I walked out of bed trying not to interrupt Bell, who was sleeping in her own little corner covered with her favourite toys and a pink fluffy carpet.

Every morning is the same, I look into the mirror staring at my hair and face, wondering what I was going to do with it. I was a brunette, my hair was wavy in some areas and straight in the next. At least I got lucky with its volume.

I slipped on my flip flops before entering the bathroom. The bathroom was fully renovated with marble floorings and marble counters. Matching the aesthetic of the house which was also all marble. Our house was a classic 'mansion', too big for our family but too exquisite to pass out on. 

As I stepped out of the shower, I felt so much more awake, you could even say I was ready to conquer school. I decided on my outfit yesterday to save time in the morning to prepare my mental state for the many intolerable students that attend the same school. I went with a tight black leather skirt that went just above the knees paired with a low cut white blouse and a black lace bralet. 

I made sure to exfoliate and cleanse every part of my body and face. Looking you're best on first days are crucial. The first meeting will always be the most rememberable. Keep that in mind kids. After exfoliating every part of my body my small arms could reach, I began rinsing my hair not forgetting to shampoo and condition. It should be written in the bible that it is a sin to not condition. Oh and can't forget to brush my teeth, there's one thing I hate more than people who don't condition and that is people with bad breathe. Ew!

I grabbed my towel before I got out the shower, wrapping it around me. It was quite cold in my room so I like to be prepared. Especially after a fresh waxing session. 

As I got my outfit on, accessorising it with a bandana around my neck and some rings, I got my towel again and wrapped it around my hair, while I waited for it to dry I decided to do my makeup.

My makeup is basic compared to all the other walking poster ads I see everyday. The whole contour shazam was what I left for going out. I like to do the simple lashes, lipgloss and a hint of concealer here and there. I was blessed to have my mother's genes when it came to my face. Her chizzled cheekbones and her tough skin's intolerance to spots were the only 2 things that could match us up. Everything else is all my dad. The brunette hair, the blue eyes. But, who's complaining? definitely not the population of males in my texts. 

Once my hair was semi dry, I head downstairs. My tummy was just crying for some food, lucky for me I could smell pancakes, my favourite!

I could hear Val giggling like a school girl, and there was only one man I know who could spend all of eternity flirting with her.

"Uncle jerry!!!"  I squealed as I ran over to the man who took up half of the kitchen space with his broad shoulders and quiff that I continuously tell him to cut..or at least trim. 

Jerry is my dad's partner in some of the clubs he owns, Him, my father and my mother have been been best friends since they were kids, and has been my Uncle since I was born. As he pulled away, he gave me the look over with his eyes.

"What- what is all this" he said as his fingers circled my outfit.

I giggled, he hasn't changed one bit.