I wake up to the smell of coffee as the cool winter air comes in through the window. December, my least favorite month. I shiver at the cold and pull the blankets up higher over my head. I try to fall back asleep but the cold starts to get to me and the growl of my empty stomach gets louder. "Uggh alright damn it!" I fling the blankets off of me and slam the window shut. "Valary? Is that you up there? I thought you'd still be sleeping hun its only 7 a.m." I roll my eyes and call back to my mother. "Yes mom I'm awake!"
I walked away from the closed window to my large wardrobe. I slowly opened the door and peered inside. "Oh my god i hate being a girl" I whispered to myself. I pulled out a white V neck t shirt and a pair of faded ripped skinny jeans. My short blond hair was knotted and parted weird. I sat infront of my little mirror and started brushing and parting my hair the way i like it. I pulled my hair back and tied a bandanna on my head like a head band and quickly but nicely put a thin layer of Wet and Wild brown eyeliner and LashBlast mascara. I frowned into the mirror. I never really liked the way I looked. It was the beginning of my 9th grade winter break. I hated winter but loved Christmas. I really didn't know what it was. Maybe the cold.
I walked down the stairs and saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table. I smiled when she looked up at me with her beautiful model like face. Perfect porportions, perfect makeup, cute little dimples, and beautiful color skin tone. Why don't i look like that? I asked myself this question everyday. I was pale and i didn't really have dimples. My body was straight without a curve. I was thin and my boobs didn't really come in yet which added on to my inperfections. The only good thing was how my jeans fit and thats not much of an accomplishment. "Good morning mom" I said flashing her a smile. "Good morning hun, i made some pancakes and bacon there still hot on the stove" she said turning and pointing back to the plates of food.
I grabbed 2 pancakes and a piece of bacon and set them down on the table. I then went to the fridge and literally stood there for 3 minutes staring at the orange juice. It was just a blank stare until my mother called my name. "Valary? Whats the matter?" I must have been really close to my period because i burst into tears. "M-Mom I'm not beautiful!" I sobbed into my hands smearing all my makeup. I heard my mom quickly push the chair back and speed walk to my side. She wrapped her arms around me and shushed me. "Oh baby why would you think that?" I was trying to catch my breath to be able to answer her. "Mom, i'm pale, my hair drives me insane, my boobs are small, and im just ugly in general!" She started laughing at me about the boobs thing. "Honey, you wear a size B and your in 9th grade, your fine" I felt kinda stupid about that as i thought about it which made me cry harder. She let go of me, closed the fridge, and turned me around to face her. "Val, I think we need a girls day out" She smiled and i smiled back. "Finish your breakfast and fix your makeup, then we'll leave." I smiled back quickly getting butterflies in my stomach.
I ate my breakfast as quickly as i could and re-did my make up. I laced up my black knee high converse and slipped on my plum colored northface. I skipped happily down the stairs to see my moms glowing face. She held out her hand and i grabbed it as we walked to our black corvette. The hood was up because of the cold but it was still my favorite car to drive in.
