apcrs5122
01-05-2004, 06:50 PM
:o Yes, I'm writing one too:o I've been meaning to sit down and start, but haven't gotten around to it until now. You guys have to tell me if you want to hear more, ok!!!;) :D Here's the begining.
“Come on, Em, get up!” My mom was yelling at me from the kitchen. I looked at the clock, 7:00am. I groaned and flipped the covers off of myself. Getting up, I glanced in the mirror. Geez, I thought, I look like a zombie. It was true. Dark circles sat under my eyes, and my hair was a ratty mess. Yawning, I rummaged through my overflowing drawer for some clothes. As I was pulling on a tight pink shirt, my little brother, Jake, ran by my room, banging on the door with his toy. He was only 4 years old, but he still was annoying. I grabbed my tightest jeans from the closet and stumbled out the door, still yanking them on. It was picture day, and I had to look perfect. Heading into the bathroom, I almost tripped over my cat, Honey, in the pitch-blackness of the hallway. Picking her up I whispered, “Watch out, Honey, you’re gonna get hurt one of these days.” She jumped out of my arms as I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the light. Looking in the mirror, I shuddered, this was going to take a lot of work. I grabbed my brush and started gently working out the tangles. I loved my hair, and I did the best I could to take care of it. It was long and blonde, past my shoulders, with highlights still showing from the days at the pool in the summer. After getting it all brushed out and shining, I parted to put it up into a half-pony tail. Two pieces on either side of my face remained, framing my face perfectly. I added some shimmery eyeshadow, and lip gloss. “Perfect,” I whispered to myself.
*EDIT*I added the brother's name in;)
Tell me what you think!:)
“Come on, Em, get up!” My mom was yelling at me from the kitchen. I looked at the clock, 7:00am. I groaned and flipped the covers off of myself. Getting up, I glanced in the mirror. Geez, I thought, I look like a zombie. It was true. Dark circles sat under my eyes, and my hair was a ratty mess. Yawning, I rummaged through my overflowing drawer for some clothes. As I was pulling on a tight pink shirt, my little brother, Jake, ran by my room, banging on the door with his toy. He was only 4 years old, but he still was annoying. I grabbed my tightest jeans from the closet and stumbled out the door, still yanking them on. It was picture day, and I had to look perfect. Heading into the bathroom, I almost tripped over my cat, Honey, in the pitch-blackness of the hallway. Picking her up I whispered, “Watch out, Honey, you’re gonna get hurt one of these days.” She jumped out of my arms as I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the light. Looking in the mirror, I shuddered, this was going to take a lot of work. I grabbed my brush and started gently working out the tangles. I loved my hair, and I did the best I could to take care of it. It was long and blonde, past my shoulders, with highlights still showing from the days at the pool in the summer. After getting it all brushed out and shining, I parted to put it up into a half-pony tail. Two pieces on either side of my face remained, framing my face perfectly. I added some shimmery eyeshadow, and lip gloss. “Perfect,” I whispered to myself.
*EDIT*I added the brother's name in;)
Tell me what you think!:)