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Next morning I woke up as usual, 6 AM. I as always attempted to not wake Francieska, but as always, i succeeded in waking her. We were out of the door by 7, because my first class started at around 8 and it was a pretty long drive, with traffic. We had separate classes, i was doing culinary arts, while she was doing music production. It was alot of fun. All my classes ended at noon, and i had enough time to stop by home, and change into the clothes i said i would wear. I got dressed and stared in the mirror.
There was nothing wow about me. Dark blue eyes, black shoulder length, majorly layered hair. But at the moment it was braided into a million tiny tight braids, with major extensions that made my hair go down below my waist. It took around 5 hours of sitting on a chair, to accomplish it, the extensions were blonde so it made my hair look cool. I usually wore contacts, but today i needed to wear my glasses because i finished all my contacts. Note to self: by new contacts.
I dressed into my clothes, with my gold pumps to add some color to my black silhouette.
As for makeup. I decided on eyeliner, some foundation, blush, and gold eye shadow.
I finally was ready. I got my phone, bag and headed out the door. And it was already 2:30.
I decided on my 1959 Chevy Impala that i got repainted black, red and white, a full music system, parts in the trunk, i new 200 horse power engine, and a stick shift. I thank my friend who's father owns a tunning salon. (it was either that or the Hummer H2 which i despise, while Fran loves).
I drove with my music on full blast and the convertible thing down. It took me around 30 minutes to drive there, so at exactly 3PM i was at starbucks. I parked the car, closed the hood and walked in. I looked around, and decided on getting myself a white chocolate mocha frapuccino and sat down on one of the couches. I took my book out and began to read.
I looked down at my watch and grumbled. 3:15. I dont wait.
I was rudely interrupted when a shadow closed my light off. I looked up and there, in front of me was standing, the one and only, Ryan Ross. Oh God.
There was nothing wow about me. Dark blue eyes, black shoulder length, majorly layered hair. But at the moment it was braided into a million tiny tight braids, with major extensions that made my hair go down below my waist. It took around 5 hours of sitting on a chair, to accomplish it, the extensions were blonde so it made my hair look cool. I usually wore contacts, but today i needed to wear my glasses because i finished all my contacts. Note to self: by new contacts.
I dressed into my clothes, with my gold pumps to add some color to my black silhouette.
As for makeup. I decided on eyeliner, some foundation, blush, and gold eye shadow.
I finally was ready. I got my phone, bag and headed out the door. And it was already 2:30.
I decided on my 1959 Chevy Impala that i got repainted black, red and white, a full music system, parts in the trunk, i new 200 horse power engine, and a stick shift. I thank my friend who's father owns a tunning salon. (it was either that or the Hummer H2 which i despise, while Fran loves).
I drove with my music on full blast and the convertible thing down. It took me around 30 minutes to drive there, so at exactly 3PM i was at starbucks. I parked the car, closed the hood and walked in. I looked around, and decided on getting myself a white chocolate mocha frapuccino and sat down on one of the couches. I took my book out and began to read.
I looked down at my watch and grumbled. 3:15. I dont wait.
I was rudely interrupted when a shadow closed my light off. I looked up and there, in front of me was standing, the one and only, Ryan Ross. Oh God.
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