Note: This is a roleplay for myself and @Paint The Wind. It is also a closed RP, which means you can't post here or join. [:
Chelsea chewed on her lip, a gesture she often used when she was stressed out of anxious. Why was it that she had absolutely nothing to wear, on the days that she really needed a great outfit? Her dark brown eyes glanced around the room, and she shook her head. The room was practically buried in different pieces of clothing. Rainging from dresses, jeans and sweaters in every color of the rainbow. Maybe that was a lie... She did have plenty of nice clothes to wear. Her problem was, she didn't know what to wear.
Looking over at her alarm clock, which was resting on her wooden bedside table she realised she only had ten minutes to spare and she hadn't even brushed her hair or eaten breakfast. She walked over to her bed, and picked out a dark red sweater and a pair of jeans without hesitation. Her room was a mess, but she couldn't clean it until she got home from school later.
Reaching up, she tugged her curly hair out of the messy bun it was in. Her hair was still soaking, since she had washed it whilst she was in the shower, but it could always air dry by the time she got to school. She grabbed her brush and pulled it through her hair and left it down. Then, she headed downstairs.
Chelsea chewed on her lip, a gesture she often used when she was stressed out of anxious. Why was it that she had absolutely nothing to wear, on the days that she really needed a great outfit? Her dark brown eyes glanced around the room, and she shook her head. The room was practically buried in different pieces of clothing. Rainging from dresses, jeans and sweaters in every color of the rainbow. Maybe that was a lie... She did have plenty of nice clothes to wear. Her problem was, she didn't know what to wear.
Looking over at her alarm clock, which was resting on her wooden bedside table she realised she only had ten minutes to spare and she hadn't even brushed her hair or eaten breakfast. She walked over to her bed, and picked out a dark red sweater and a pair of jeans without hesitation. Her room was a mess, but she couldn't clean it until she got home from school later.
Reaching up, she tugged her curly hair out of the messy bun it was in. Her hair was still soaking, since she had washed it whilst she was in the shower, but it could always air dry by the time she got to school. She grabbed her brush and pulled it through her hair and left it down. Then, she headed downstairs.
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