Boudicca

Chapter 1~Boudicca

Hello my Tacos! This is my 'adopted by Yogscast' fanfiction, *happy dance!*, I hope you enjoy it as I enjoyed making Boudicca and planning what's going to happen (still not really gotten any ideas!), but please carry on, again the P.O.V is next the chapter number, so enjoy and I'll see you around!

Lol~ CandyCanMakeTacos x 👻

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"Get up you little shit!" Ms. Waters screached, I groaned and tried to roll over and go back to sleep but then my alarm went off, playing 'Bad Girls Club' by Falling In Reverse. I hit the dismiss button and groggily sat up, throwing off my duvet cucoon.

 

Standing on the cold floorboard gingerly, I padded over to my wardrobe and flung it open. Scanning the racks with slightly bleary eyes to pick my outfit for the day. I picked out a t-shit saying "SLEEP WHEN YOU'RE DEAD", black skinny jeans, black hightops with white laces (the soles were also white), a red and black checked flannel shirt. I strode into my bathroom and turned on the shower. Placing down my outift and stripping off my emo rainbow PJ's.

 

~Let's skip the shower you little pervs! :D~

I came out of the shower around ten minutes later, smelling less like mornings and more like chocolate and bananas. I toweled myself dry and then plugged in the hairdryer and straighteners, blow-drying my hair before straightening the resulting thick fluff of hair. I put on some hair spray to hold it in place before pulling on my underwear and then wriggling into my skinny jeans, then tugging on my t-shit and finally pulling on my socks, hightops and flannel shirt. I wiped the mirror and started applying my makeup, just a little mascara and some eyeliner.

I looked in the mirror and sighed, the face staring back at me seemed to be sympathetic with me. My white hair flowed down my back and had a medium thickness to it, making to sort of fluffy and naturally emo. My skin was naturally very pale and almost translusent, my emerald eyes sparkling underneath perfectly shaped silvery brows. My lashes were also naturally white so I had to wear mascara. My body was slim and athletic, built up with hard and flat muscle from working out in the gym at school everyday until last year. My bust was average sized, and my butt was small. I had sized nine feet that balanced out the fact that I was five foot ten. My fingers were long and thin, also, they'd developed caluses from playing my guitar over the years.

I sighed and tore myself away from my reflection and walked out into my tiny room, a scratchy voice sounded over the intercom, hurting my ear drums as it announced that breakfast was ready. I shrugged and ignored it, sitting at my desk criss cross applesauce and pulling out my sketch pad and my secret stash of pencils. I flipped over a few pages before I found a fresh page and started sketching. I turned on my phone and played 'Bad Girl's Club', humming along to the words as the logo of Area 11 appeared on the paper.

 

I was forced out of my happy trance as the intercom spluttered into life. I turned off my music and listened intently.

 

"Skulle alla flickor mellan tretton och sexton vänligen rapportera till loungen!" (Would all girls between thirteen and sixteen please report to the lounge!) Ms. Waters shrieked over the intercom. I sighed and picked up my phone, earbuds and sketch pad. Oh, if you didn't guess already, I'm in an orphange, in Sweden... In the middle of nowhere really.