Endless Love
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A minute or two later, Cher was awakened from her slumber at the sound of the doorbell two floors down. Even if she had been fast asleep,the doorbell in the Collins' house was very loud, loud enough to awaken a dorment volcano. Slowly Cher began to flutter her eyes open, which were in a currently pale sleepy blue state. She kicked off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, yawning and dabbing her lips politely as if she were at tea with the queen.
Now, standing in front of the white vanity in her fancy enormous bedroom, Cher peered into the mirror, examining ever possible detail in her appearance. Sunshine silky strands were barely out of place, just slightly sleep tousled, and she'd slept in her lavender satin nightgown which stopped just above her upper thighs. Lazily Cher grabbed a green plastic brush and ran it through the messy blonde waves, straightening them out perfectly. Somehow, while she patted on a sheer light dusting of white, slightly tinted powder to her cheeks, the thought of her first and last day of school slipped in. Her parents had been nervous wrecks, and her mother in particular had fussed over her daughters' pigtails for a good 2o minutes. The school expectations Cher had, however, were no fulfilled. The whole place had the nasty stench of sneakers, sweat, and way too much perfume. Cher applied a small barely noticeable coat of dark brown mascara to her upper lashes and some peach shiny lipgloss. Her parents disapproved of makeup. Sleepily still, Cher took off down the hallway and down the huge flight of stairs to attend to who was at the door, obviously her parents and maid were busy. When she reached the first floor she spied the housekeeper conversing with a rather roughed up looking lady. Cher didn't dare move closer, it was part of her fear. Instead, she watched from a safe and comfortable distance with curiously knitted brows.
Now, standing in front of the white vanity in her fancy enormous bedroom, Cher peered into the mirror, examining ever possible detail in her appearance. Sunshine silky strands were barely out of place, just slightly sleep tousled, and she'd slept in her lavender satin nightgown which stopped just above her upper thighs. Lazily Cher grabbed a green plastic brush and ran it through the messy blonde waves, straightening them out perfectly. Somehow, while she patted on a sheer light dusting of white, slightly tinted powder to her cheeks, the thought of her first and last day of school slipped in. Her parents had been nervous wrecks, and her mother in particular had fussed over her daughters' pigtails for a good 2o minutes. The school expectations Cher had, however, were no fulfilled. The whole place had the nasty stench of sneakers, sweat, and way too much perfume. Cher applied a small barely noticeable coat of dark brown mascara to her upper lashes and some peach shiny lipgloss. Her parents disapproved of makeup. Sleepily still, Cher took off down the hallway and down the huge flight of stairs to attend to who was at the door, obviously her parents and maid were busy. When she reached the first floor she spied the housekeeper conversing with a rather roughed up looking lady. Cher didn't dare move closer, it was part of her fear. Instead, she watched from a safe and comfortable distance with curiously knitted brows.