「𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞」𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘹 𝘰𝘤

04| Series Circuits

LEGACY

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Ughhhhh. Apparently, Mondays were the worst day of the week no matter what country you lived in.

I was so tired last night that I fell asleep without putting my bonnet on. Turning on the light to the vanity room, I dropped my phone—nearly cracking the screen—when I saw my reflection.

There was not enough time in the day to fight my curly hair let alone within an hour. I'd have to check the time consistently to make sure I wasn't late.

Unfortunately for me, my hair was tangled in so many knots that I knew there was no way I could wear it out today.

But I can't do my regular puffs on the first day, I need a hairstyle that would make an impression.

7:03. My hair problems would have to wait. I quickly brushed my teeth and hopped in the shower, too rushed to toggle between all the different modes and pressures on the faucet head.

7:21. Running across my room in just a white towel and my nightgown in hand, I made a dash from the bathroom to the closet and locked the door behind me. I grabbed the first uniform I could reach and threw it on.

Damn, I swore, checking myself out in the mirror. Karma really was a bitch.

If I had tried on my uniform last night like I told Pierce I did, I would've realized that my skirt was a couple inches too short.

Bust, waist, hips, etc... I had filled out all of those measurements when I ordered my uniform, but of course, the form forgot to ask me one key factor:

Height. I was wearing a skirt tailored for a girl who was around 5'3, not 5'7.

I already hated skirts for how much skin they revealed; it was like another reminder in the back of my head that I'd have to carry with me all day. Now I'd have to be even more careful since I'd be wearing skirts with over half my legs exposed almost every day.

And it's not like I could just exchange them for a different size since all my clothes were specially made for me.

I'll just have to make a side note about the skirt length when I go to order more uniforms. Hopefully, I won't run into any creeps on my walk to school.

7:27. I crossed the room to open the smallest drawer in the closet. There in the top shelf lay ten pairs of new gloves: five black, three white, and two red. I was tempted to wear the red pair since it'd match my tie, but I played it safe and went with the white gloves.

Red was a little too bold for the first day; I wanted to seem nice, non-confrontational. White symbolized purity and truth, while red was the color of blood. Easy call.

7:29. Time to break some combs. I grabbed my plastic travel case out of my suitcase and speed-walked over to the vanity room. From there I pulled out my Denman brush, purple spray bottle—which was still filled with water—and an 8 oz container of ECO.

How I got through TSA with all this stuff was beyond me, but I digress.

I decided to go with two braids leading into two space buns with a zig-zag part down the middle. Kind of basic, so I figured that I'd spice it up with some red elastics for the braids and red butterfly clips for the buns.

7:47. I took a few steps back from the mirror. Hmmmm, something was missing.

I contemplated laying my edges for a minute before opting not to. It was only the first day of school, I couldn't get too ethnic on 'em.