Tired-As-Hell

A girl had walked into the room, on accident of course. However, her eyes were deadly cold, they practically made anyone shiver at the sight of those cold hazel eyes. She felt your presence, her eyes trailing over to where you stood, her head slightly turned with her eyes in acknowledgement of you. Her outfit had casual blue jeans that hugged her legs, her shoes made out of sheep skin and sheep’s wool, her torso dressed with a black hoodie. The hoodie had the branded logo of Victoria’s Secrets, of course, and a chain was wrapped around her neck, a skull dangling on the chain that stood between the girl’s two orange sized breasts. 
          “Uh— .. Hello?” Her tone had confusion, as in not knowing where she was, or who she was confronting.