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Chapter Twenty-Two: Love & The Seventh Night

Chapter Twenty-Two: Love & The Seventh Night

WELL DONE MARK FOR COMPLETING 20/20/20/20. IDC HOW LONG AGO IT WAS, I'M SO PROUD OF HIM XD.

Here's the video if you haven't yet seen it. Imagine Ellie there, eh? xD

Ellie

I stretch out in the bed, finding that I wake up feeling extremely deprived of sleep. Instead of just staying there, though, I head into the bathroom and fix myself up. It had been a while since I had made a video, and I feel as if a vlog would be the best thing to do. I apply make-up, which only really consists of foundation, winged eyeliner and mascara. I don’t really wear much else.

I brush my hair through, gazing across at myself in the mirror with glassy eyes. I take in a deep breath, scooping up my camera and tri-pod. I go back into the bedroom pulling back the curtains to reveal the sun, high in the sky. How long had I been asleep? One glance at my phone tells me a slept up to twelve.

I feel a temptation to call out Mark’s name and ask him why he hadn’t woken me up, but I presume that he’s recording a video. My suspicions are confirmed when I hear a muffled scream of frustration emit from the recording room.

I set up my camera, feeling a little nervous. What should I tell them? Do people even watch my videos anymore? Soon, though, the camera starts recording. And once the camera starts flashing red, I wave at it like I always do.

“What’s up, guys? Its IzzaPuddin here, but you can call me Ellie – short for Elliot. So, recently, there has been a lot of shit going on, but I’ve started to neaten things up a little. If you’re a regular watcher, you’ll notice that I’m in a different place,” I say, gesturing around the room. “Well, guys, I moved house! I moved states, in fact. I moved with a very special friend of mine, and those of you who know him will know exactly who I’ve moved in with. However, I’m not going to spill anything!” I say, grinning widely. “Now that I’m done with my introduction, I just want to apologize to you guys about me not… uploading much. However, now that I’ve moved house and I’ve got a beefy computer and more time, I’ll be able to do more things than just animations. This can consist of gaming videos, challenges - hopefully with my very special friend - , more vlogs, etc.,” I explain, ticking the things off on my fingers. “That’s pretty much all that needs to be discussed today, guys, but if anything else happens I’ll be sure to keep you posted on twitter! And remember, guys, always walk away from things like you’re walking away from an explosion. Bye-bye!” I say, smiling at the camera. I let out a sigh, walking up to the camera as I stop the recording.

I clutch the camera in my hands, deciding to edit the video after I get back from this YouTuber’s react thing. I let my mind wonder to what we could possibly be reacting to, but I discard of the thoughts when I decide that I really need to get ready.

I slip on a cream sweater, such a pale shade of cream that it can be mistaken for grey. It is patterned with sugar skulls, each of which dance around the sweater in a black sketch. I pull on black skinny jeans and Doc Martens afterwards, having a little bit of trouble picking between my creepers and Doc’s. First world problems, right?

I slip on a choker afterwards, loving the way that it matches perfectly with the outfit I’m wearing. I stick with my current make-up, letting my hair fall over one shoulder. When I’ve finished getting ready, I realize that it’s only one. Oh, well. At least I still have plenty of time to see what Mark’s up to.