Post by Della Mariette Caine on Dec 2, 2009 19:11:01 GMT -8
Della woke from her sound slumber with a start, the alarm clock in her phone that she had set to go off blasting Dental Care by Owl City at an alarmingly loud volume. With a jolt, she opened her dazzlingly light blue eyes slowly, peering around the room and rolling over to grab the darned phone off of her bedside table. Shutting off the alarm, she unplugged her phone and gripped it in her hand loosely. She pulled herself up to sit against the headboard of her bed, her eyes drooping to close again sleepily. With a quick shake of her head, she managed to open her eyes again, glancing at the time on her cellphone. Her eyes widened as she saw that she was awake later than she had intended, pushing the covers off of her slim frame and sliding off of the bed, her feet hitting the floor without a sound. Plodding into the bathroom, she turned on the water so it could heat up, pulling off her pajamas and then taking out the elastic that she had tied up her long blonde hair in. Stepping into the shower, she started to lather her hair, humming softly as she did so.
Fifteen minutes later, she finished her shower, rinsing off and turning the water off before she stepped out of the shower, a plush white towel wrapped around her body and another smaller one around her hair. After quickly drying off and blowing her hair dry in the loose waves that she usually had, Della plodded back into her room, sifting through the contents of her packed closet to find the pieces of her uniform for today. Pulling on her skirt, a pair of patterned black tights, a thin white tank top and her fitted button-up shirt, Della looked at herself in the mirror, scrutinizing every aspect of her appearance. With her head tilted slightly to the side, she rolled up the sleeves of the shirt so that they were almost at her elbows, turning to the side to make sure that the shirt looked okay and didn't emphasize now weird and not flat her stomach had become. She glanced down at the scale kept next to her mirror and bit her lip, stepping on it and closing her eyes for a moment before looking down. 102 pounds, that was it? Stepping off, she raised an eyebrow, wondering how she had managed to stay the same weight, but look so much fatter. A frown crossed her face for a moment, but then it promptly disappeared.
Grabbing random heels from the bottom of her closet, a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps that were adorned with cute little bows on the heels, Della sat back down on her bed to slip them on, standing up and picking up the trademark black Dolce and Gabbana purse that she seemed to carry everywhere. Rifling through it, she pulled out her compact and Coach make-up bag, dabbing on a bit of foundation and powder to make sure her skin looked smooth and then quickly putting on some mascara, a teeny bit of black eyeliner on her upper eyelids to make her blue eyes pop and her peach Mac lip gloss. Once ready, she grabbed a white over-sized cardigan from the inside of her closet, tossing in her bag along with her cellphone and make-up bag. Then she walked out of her dormitory room, a grin on her face as she shut the door behind her silently.
Fifteen minutes later, she finished her shower, rinsing off and turning the water off before she stepped out of the shower, a plush white towel wrapped around her body and another smaller one around her hair. After quickly drying off and blowing her hair dry in the loose waves that she usually had, Della plodded back into her room, sifting through the contents of her packed closet to find the pieces of her uniform for today. Pulling on her skirt, a pair of patterned black tights, a thin white tank top and her fitted button-up shirt, Della looked at herself in the mirror, scrutinizing every aspect of her appearance. With her head tilted slightly to the side, she rolled up the sleeves of the shirt so that they were almost at her elbows, turning to the side to make sure that the shirt looked okay and didn't emphasize now weird and not flat her stomach had become. She glanced down at the scale kept next to her mirror and bit her lip, stepping on it and closing her eyes for a moment before looking down. 102 pounds, that was it? Stepping off, she raised an eyebrow, wondering how she had managed to stay the same weight, but look so much fatter. A frown crossed her face for a moment, but then it promptly disappeared.
Grabbing random heels from the bottom of her closet, a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps that were adorned with cute little bows on the heels, Della sat back down on her bed to slip them on, standing up and picking up the trademark black Dolce and Gabbana purse that she seemed to carry everywhere. Rifling through it, she pulled out her compact and Coach make-up bag, dabbing on a bit of foundation and powder to make sure her skin looked smooth and then quickly putting on some mascara, a teeny bit of black eyeliner on her upper eyelids to make her blue eyes pop and her peach Mac lip gloss. Once ready, she grabbed a white over-sized cardigan from the inside of her closet, tossing in her bag along with her cellphone and make-up bag. Then she walked out of her dormitory room, a grin on her face as she shut the door behind her silently.
