Enchanted

On The Road

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June 25th

It was reaching the end of the day, but I knew that sleep was not happening tonight. The only thing that was on my mind was what is happening tomorrow; what I spent $400 on is soon creeping upon me. I’ve been sitting in my room for the past couple of hours just trying to relax my mind; it was impossible. I was anxious as hell.

It was inevitable that I wasn’t going to be able to get any sleep tonight without the help of my trusty friend Melatonin. With that, I rushed into my bathroom and found the Melatonin bottle that was well placed inside of our medicine cabinet. With a nice stip of water, I was able to down the pill and after that, I knew that I was going to be able to get at least a couple hours of sleep. While I’m in the bathroom, I make sure that I take notice to brush my teeth 2.. okay, 3 times. I brushed my hair a couple of times, to make sure there were no knots to worry about in the morning. I also make sure to wash my face twice with my acne wash, to assure that my face was clear of any blemishes.

After the 30 minutes that I spent in the bathroom pampering myself for my attempt of getting a night sleep, I made my way to my bedroom and got undressed out of my days clothes, and into my pajamas. I grabbed a book of mine, and cuddled into my cold sheets. I decided not go grab a One Direction book, instead I grabbed one of my favorite romance novels to keep my mind preoccupied from the sudden fangirling that my brain is experiencing.

I spent a good 45 minutes reading chapter after chapter in my novel. Romance novels always did the trick; being the hopeless romantic that I was, reading about two lovers always made me happy, no matter which mood I was in. I was getting tired though, so I knew it was the time to drop my book, and settle myself into the calming silence of the darkness.

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After waking up about 4 times in the night, I was able to make it to the morning with a good 6 hours of sleep. Not as many as I would like, but it would have to do.

HOLY SHIT.

Today is the day!

I jumped out of my bed, and stood on my two feet. I held out my hands, and I could notice how bad they were shaking. I was 18, and still freaking over a boy band; but I have no regrets.

I followed through with my morning routine, but exaggerated everything I did. I made sure to brush my teeth till my gums were nearly bleeding, then jumped in the shower. I made sure to wash my body, and wash through my hair a couple of times. I knew that the red dye would run a little bit, but I wanted to make sure that the texture of my hair looked clean, rather than greasy.

After spending a good 30 minutes in the shower, I turned off the water and got out. I ran to my room, and picked out my outfit for the day. To be honest, I had no fucking idea what the hell I was about to wear. Should I wear a dress? Or should I go casual with a pair of jeans and a shirt? Or maybe go with a fancy casual by wearing jeans and a fancy blouse? I was doomed.

I looked through my closet looking for something to wear over my arms, and I found a nice grey blazer. At least I know have something to go by, color wise. I searched through my pants, and figured I’d go simply with a pair of black skinny jeans. After finding those, I picked out a simple white t-shirt, and all that’s left was a pair of shoes. I rummage through my pairs of shoes, and decide to go with a simple pair of grey pair of Toms that match the blazer. ‘Perfect’ I thought to myself.

After drying off completely, I put on my outfit for the day, and run to the bathroom to dry and style my hair. I ran a brush through my hair as a held the blow drying to the wet strands. After about 10 minutes of these consistent motions, my hair was finally dried. I looked into the mirror, and saw myself with what looked like a red afro atop of my head. I grabbed my already plugged in straighter and began to run the iron over my stands of hair. It took me nearly another 10 minutes to make sure that my hair was straight. I made sure to style my bangs so that they were angled over my forehead; the way that I liked to wear them.