Well it all started when I was in 9th grade at Shallow Ridge High School in North Carolina. I rolled out of bed and stummbled downstairs for a bowl of frosted flakes, after I ate I walked back up the stairs to begin getting ready for school. I tied my hair up in a lose bun so that I can wash my face and brush my teeth, then I start appling my makeup, first starting with my foundation, then my peach colored blush. After my makeup I start rumbling through my closet to find something cute but comfortable to wear. I then see my LA tanktop and white skinny jeans. I decide to wear that. I then walk back to the bathroom to start my hair. I take out my bun and start combing my hair, I grab my curler out and plug it in. I was curling my hair for about 20 mins... my hair is about to my waist. I then grab my bag and walk downs staris and find my mom already waiting in the car for me. She starts the car and I stumble in, still feeling tired.
