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The thunderous bussing of the white futuristic looking alarm clock, upon its black screen read a coded message. 7:00 am. Decoding the message was something that a young child could do, but so early in the morning made it extremely difficult for a high school student to do so. A muffled cry escaped the mouth of Lucia, the rich little heiress of New York City’s most privilege private high school just outside the city of New York, New York. The teenagers face was hidden deep inside a white silky pillow with golden stitching and organic material that allowed the pillow to be so fluffy and soothing to the neck and head.
------BEEP!!!
Another moan escaped her as she brought her hand up five inches into the air, only to thrash it down upon the pricey alarm clock. A clear and loud smack that flesh would sound when smashed upon a electronic device could be heard from the outside of the bright bedroom. Another muffle escaped the sixteen year old mouth, she had only returned to her peaceful summber a few hours ago after being awoken by a nightmare of sorts.
Sheets sifted down her back as she pressed against the silky sheets and rested her body upon her knees, benging her legs back so that she was now sitting upon her folded legs. Taking one hand she broguth it to her slightly messy hair and sratched at a spot that had began to irritate her head.a large yawn clamed dominate as she turned her head towards her alarm clock, 7:12. lazyily she moved her body from the bed onto the floor of the room, holding herself up with her tired feet she walked towards the sorce of the bright light, one of the maids must have opened the curtains in attempt to wake her up.
With a sigh she shut the curtains to allow a golden tint to color the white and gold bedroom. Slowly making her way towards the bathroom she passed by a white radio station like electronic, in which you input a device called an ipod. Upon the slot was said nano ipod in a light teal color. Pushing a triangler button upon the sation she heard the sound of the ipod searching threw its playlist for the ‘morning’ play list. Stepping into her bathroom she left the door ajar and replaced her light brown pjama shorts and dark brown pajama tanktop and her undergarments. Turning on the warm water for the shower head she waited a few seconds before stepping in. seconds later the song breathe today by flyleaf.
Steamy hot water cascaded down her body as she streached inside the domain of her shower, returning her arms to her body she grabbed a oddly shaped bottle. Flipping the top a light scent of cinnamon buns escaped the container and danced to Lucia’s nose. Smiling she poured some of the goo like liquid upon her hand and massaged it into her hair, allowing the scent to grow in strength. The intoxicating scent continued to grow as she placed the substance upon a sponge in the shape of a blue frog, rubbing the sponge upon her body she sighed and relaxed, the drained out soul she was a few minuites ago was being washed away along with the soapy remains of the substance upon her body, when she was completely cleanced of any dirtyness she turned off the water and grabed a totel from the rack near the shower. Wraping it against her slinder body she took another and placed it upon her head, allowing her hair to dry quicker.
Whipping her face with a wash cloth she looked at her hazed refection from the moist mirror, whipping the mirrior a reflection come in clearer to the sixteen year old eyes. smiling she grabbed her sonic toothbrush and applied a cinnamon toothpaste upon the brush, bringing it to her mouth she scrubed at her teeth and spat out the remains, following threw with some mouthwash of the similar taste. Opening the bathroom door she felt the cold hardwood floor against her warm and damp feet. spinning on her heel she headed towards a golden brown dresser that towered above her. opening a draw one down from the middle she pulled out a green bra and pantys with pink lacing upon it. exchanging her towel for the new clothing garmets she tossed the towel into the bathroom’s floor. turning once more she walked towards another door, opening said door she was lead into a dark walk in closet, steeping in she reached out and pulled upon a chain light string which set the lights off.
A colorful array of lights escaped the closest, one side was all casual wear, t-shirts from Hollister and hottopics mixed together as shoes from journeys and payless filled the slots, pants from gap, Hollister, and some hottopic tight jeans caught her eye. But sadily school was a bit more demanding then she liked, turning her head towards the end of the closest, seven dark steal blue. Black, and gray mixed plaid skirts were stacked upon each other, near those was a row of hangers, the first five where short-shelved polo’s all white with a gold, steal blue, and gray emblem of the highschool’s mascot a lion upon it, along with the initals of the highschool upon it. next the short sleves were two long sleved shirts that matched, and three large suit jackets of dark blue and steal. Beneath the uniform sets were black low heels, and two pairs of black tennis shoes. Grabing a polo shirt, a skirt, and the low heels and walked out, chaning into the outfit she looped on a black belt and place on some skin colored stockings before placing the heels on. She walked once more into the bathroom and tossed the towel around her head on the floor allowing her slightly damp straight brown hair. grabbing a hair brush she stroke out the knots and grabbed some makeup, applying some black eyeliner and concealer to hide the sleepy bags under her eyes, some lemonlip chop was applied to her lips before she exited once more. Heading towards the only unopen door she grabed her ipod and a gray sholder messenger bag and walked out the door.
Pluging in teal headphones into her ears she ignored the maid that passed by to clean up her bedroom. It was the same thing every day, she would toss worn clothing or dirty towels on the ground and the maid would pick them up and bring them to the laundry room. Think of it as a little privilege, being a daughter of a wealthy and successful widower, you slightly gain all the attention in the house. Speaking of which as Lucia entered the kitchen to grab a small something to eat she was greeted by her father who was sitting down at the morning table reading the local news. Coffie and plain donuts by his side it was rare to see him sitting down and enjoying himself. Looking up when Lucia entered he placed his news paper to the side and smiled. “good morning” he said in a low tone, like always. “morning daddy” the young women said.
Walking over to the counter where the cheft stood she smiled and nodded her head in respect, earning a nod from the chief in return. “morning miss, what would you like today? pancakes, waffles, mixed fruit?” he asked comeing up with more recipys to make with in his head. “nah, I’ll just have a poptart” she said with a slight giggle, they had a private chief and she wanted a chocolate chip poptart. Smiling he nodded his head and went to work making the poptart. Walking over towards her father who had reurned to his paper and his coffee she bent over lightly and planted a soft kiss upon his forhead. “yankies lost yester day by the last inning” he said in a flat tone, her father was never one to like baseball but he tried his best to sound intreaged by sports. Soccer was more his thing, but all the new york papers wrote about was the yankies.
“what a shame” Lucia replyed looking over his sholder to catch a glimps of the cartoons which were the only thing in the news paper that grabbed her attention. She was in the middle of the garfeiled comic when the chief called her over with her poptart ready. Smiling she walked over and thanked him before grbaing the poptart and taking a large bite
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