Home at last. Silence in the house, so the parental units must be sleeping. I'm not complaining. This is better than the alternative. I stand in front of the mirror, and close the clasp on the pendant. It's simple and it's elegant. I would never have guessed Beth would pick this out for me. If anything, I would've bet on fake eyelashes and a fruit bowl hat. She's gregarious and has terrible taste, but I love her anyway.
Spinning on my heel, I throw my uniform at the laundry basket and I dive into the shower. The sound of the pipes creaking is the only warning that the water isn't warm yet. Good god, that's freezing.
Slowly I unclench my jaw as the water heats up. I clean myself quickly and efficiently, and stopping only to brush my teeth and throw on knee high socks and a T-shirt, I dive bomb my bed. I snuggle in under the covers and unlock my phone.
Surely I've got loads of notifications by now? No. No, I don't. Damn. I don't think I've got the hang of Twitter. Maybe I should head over to Instagram and spend my time taking selfies, but there's just no interest in it for me. How many times can you take a photo of your face, anyway?
With a resigned sigh, I scroll my timeline, and burst out laughing. @archangel has tweeted again. I've seen his tweets before, and they always make me a little happier for having spotted them. Should I? I clench my teeth. This is my birthday, after all.
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