“Beep! Beep! BEEP! BEEP!” My alarm clock got louder and louder as I neglected to turn it off. Finally, I reached up and hit the snooze. For the fourth time. I looked up at my clock. 5:25. Crap. I’m supposed to get up at 5. I have 5 minutes before Chris takes over the bathroom. I shake myself awake; grab a bra, underwear, my favorite pair of jeans, and a cute shirt. Then, I run to the bathroom like a maniac. The bathroom is across the hall, which is about, 20 feet long. 5:27. I forgot to mention, we only have 2 bathrooms with a shower, and the downstairs one is Mom and Richards’.
I turn on the shower and strip. 5:28. Crap, the water’s still cold. Oh, well. I hop in the shower. I put my shampoo and conditioner together to make it go quicker. I hate doing that. The clock is still visible from inside the shower. It’s 5:30. I rinse out my hair, and skip shaving, even though I kinda need to. 5:32, Chris’s a little late. I slab on some zit medicine, and get out of the shower. “Knock! Knock! Knock!” Just in time.
“Just a minute, let me dry off!” I shout.
“NO! Do it in the other bathroom!” Chris argued.
“Give me 2 minutes. Please?”
“Fine, but hurry up!” he said, giving in.
When I got out of the bathroom, my hair was wrapped up in my towel, and I was dressed.
“Morning! Sorry I took so long. I over slept.”
“Figures,” Chris mumbled, and I stuck my tongue at him.
When I got in the other bathroom, I took my towel off my head. I put on cover up, even though I don’t have any zits, I like to be safe. Then I carefully applied mascara, blush, and eye-shadow, which set off my green eyes. I brush and blow-dry my long, reddish coppery hair. It falls right below my waist. It’s 5:47. I still have a while before I have to go downstairs and eat. I decide to curl my hair. I turn on the curling iron. While I wait for the iron to heat, I carefully apply my candy apple lip gloss. The curling iron beeped, and I curled my hair for about ten, fifteen minutes. Oh yeah. I look good.
Downstairs, I can smell eggs and bacon sizzling. Yuck, I hate eggs. At least there’s bacon!
“Good morning, mom!” I say cheerfully as I give her a big hug, and kiss her on the cheek. “That looks good.”
“Well, good morning, hon! How did you sleep?”
“Pretty good. How ‘bout you?”
“Good. Do you want some bacon?” she asked.
“Sure! Do we have any strawberries?” I ask, opening the fridge.
“Look in the back.” I looked over the grapes, the apples, last week’s soup (which I wasn’t positive was really soup), and found the strawberries. “Could you grab the milk?” The milk was right in front. I grabbed onto the handle, and almost dropped it, but I slid the strawberries across the island and dove for the milk. At the last second, I caught it. “Thanks.” Luckily, Mom didn’t see my little mishap… I grabbed two colorful, glass glasses out of the washing machine, and poured each of us a glass of milk. I popped a strawberry into my mouth.
“You look cute today!” Mom complimented. I looked down at my outfit. I had on my destroyed skinny jeans with a pink t-shirt that had AEROPOSTALE splashed across the chest.
“Thanks.” I looked at my feet. Oops, I forgot to get a pair of socks. My mom dished me up a plate of bacon, and I scarfed it down.
“I gotta go get some socks,” I told my mom.
“Mmm-kay.” She was already absorbed in the newspaper.
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