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Day Of The Week: Tuesday.

Amila's POV.

 I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock, set for 8 am.  I roll over to hit the off button while yawning. 

I think I might just lay here all day. It's summer, and I have nothing to do. But..... I promised myself that I would be more involved with life, at the end of second semester. Because, I don't want to be a lazy boring person as much as I want to be. "You only live once!!!" I try to enthuse myself, by saying the term I practically live by, aloud.

I sigh to myself, and hop out of bed. I pull my covers up to my pillows, and then decide to take a shower. So, I waltz over to my closet on the same wall as my bed, to the left, and start searching for an outfit. 

My parents don't like when I wear pants, for some reason. It's always "Amilia Marrlowe! Go put a dress on!", or better yet "You look like a male wearing pants. Do you want to join the rest of society and their pants?!" Blah. Blah. Blah. Don't get me wrong, I adore dresses.  But, I honestly think there is no problem wearing pants. I just wish I had variety in my choice of clothing without someone nagging on me.

Finally, I pull out a yellow and white, flowered 1950's style, sundress. I lay it neatly on my bed covers, and head for the bathroom that's connected to my room. Turning on my shower, I quickly check to make sure I have a fluffy white towel folded on the towel rack. When I am sure that I do, I hop in the shower in a hurry. I quickly poor shampoo in my hair, and massage it in until it's extra foamy. Next, the conditioner, then the body wash, and then shaving. Ugh, shaving... I sometimes yearn for when I was a child. When I didn't have to shave everything, ah... the good ol' days.

I turn off the shower, and pull the pink, brown, and white polka dotted curtains back in a swift motion. 

If anyone walked into my room, they could definitely tell that I like polka dots... a lot.

Pulling on my undergarments and a dress on smoothly, I fiddle with the zipper until I zip the two sides of teeth together. I brush through my wet hair, and blowdry it. I curl my hair into waves, and pin a bobby pin with a mini gemed flower into the right side of my hair. I add on a thin line of brown eyeliner to each eye, and brush on some mascara. To top it off, I gloss my lips with a peach lip gloss. I just like the glossy feeling of it.

Slipping on my slippers, I head down for breakfast.

I don't care if grey fuzzy boot slippers look weird with a dress, it's just for around the house.

I head over to the fridge and spot french toast. So, I look over to wear the handle is for the fridge. Ah, the "I'm sorry, we're heading out" note on the freezer half of the fridge, like usual. It reads: 

Amilia, I apoligize to leave you home alone this early. But, your dad and I have decided to head out with some old friends until evening. We will be back for our family dinner, at 7pm. Love you. 

P.S. There is some freshly cooked french toast in the fridge for you. I know it's your favorite!

Mom.

I sigh, and take out the french toast to pop it in the microwave.

She always cooks french toast when she's feeling sorry for something she's doing or did. And quite frankly, I'm getting sick and tired of eating french toast all the time.

I get out the syrup, a glass, and some orange juice while I wait for the beep of my breakfast sitting in the microwave.

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After breakfast, I decided to head into the big open living room to read on my Kindle. I'm not really reading anything at the moment... so technically I'm not reading yet. I'm searching for a book.