Simply Audrey

Part 1

Chapter 1

I have never been much of a morning person. To be frank I probably never will be. But when the vexatious tune of a song I once loved blares from my phone on the morning of my sixteenth birthday, I smile at the sound of that incessant alarm as I think about a day which revolves  purely around me.

I cuddle my sea of blankets, warm, cozy and excited for how today will play out.

I have never really understood why people make such a big deal out of birthdays, like, 'Congratulations, you didn't die this past year, I'm so proud.' But this year I can truly appreciate it.

I'm no longer an annoying fifteen year old. Too old to be a child but too young to be an adult. I am finally out of the awkward stage. I have more freedom than before. I am finally independent.

Heck, I could actually drop out of school and go live on my own as of today. Not that I'd actually do it. Just a possibility.

For every other birthday I suppose people just feel obligated to celebrate loved-ones  birthdays as it's an excuse to spoil them rotten, hoping they will get even more spoiled on their birthdays thinking with the logic 'What comes around goes around.'

Or maybe that's just me.

I peel off my layers satin duvets and sink my feet into my fluffy slippers. As I mince my way to the shower I prepare myself for the day ahead.

I like to come off as someone who plays everything by ear, but in all honesty; I wouldn't be able to survive like that.

With me, everything is planned. Everything needs to be well thought out ahead of time. I can't stand situations where I haven't prepared every single tiny detail for every possible outcome for every imaginable scenario, despite the fact that many of which don't end up happening. But I like to be prepared either way.

For example, clothes; I can't even consider going to sleep without knowing exactly what I'm going to wear the next day and knowing that those items of clothing are clean and in perfect condition and that I have the right shoes and jewelry to wear it with and know what to do my hair that will flatter the shape of my face and style of my outfit the best and how to do my makeup to suit everything.

But basically, in conclusion, I like to have everything planned and organised.

Some may even call me OCD, but I honestly prefer the term CDO - if you know what I mean.

I practically skip into the shower, capering at the thought of how great today is going to be.

I can't wait to open all my presents and to see my best friend Jenna and my boyfriend Craig.

Jenna can brighten my day with a simple smile and considering she's been my best friend since we were three years old, I can't imagine my life without her. And Craig, well, he can be a douche at times but hey, he's hot and the captain of the football team so, why wouldn't I like him.

I'm not really so excited to see all those gross nerds though... I hate how they always try to talk to me or help me to be cool by association. Like.... Ew, germs. But shame, I suppose they do contribute to my popularity by being so pathetic and practically worshiping the very ground I walk on. But who blames them.

I make my way to my wardrobe, sifting through my clothes to find my selected options.

I pull out my salmon long sleeve silk blouse and my favorite pair of light blue boyfriend jeans. I pair it with brown sandal heels and this super gorgeous white scarf I bought from Chanel.