I quickly ran around the house picking up random little trinkets that I found on the floor and I replaced everything to a natural looking state just to make everything look okay.I was so fucking nervous. I had no idea what I was gonna do with myself, nor did I know what all was going to happen.
After everything looked okay, I ran up the cold mahogany floors up into my room. I quickly looked through my closet to find something, anything to wear that wouldn't make me look like a total slob. I have never acted this way for anyone coming to our house, but this guy, this one specific man, I really wanted to impress.
I found a simple black tube skirt, a black tanktop, a really cute black overcoat with small silver designs near it's collar, and a pair of black leggings that came to just above my knees.
At that, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water fell onto my bare shoulders, and I just stood there for a couple of minutes, letting it massage my pale skin. Once I was finished i wrapped a towel around my body, dried off my hair as best I could before running a brush through it and beginning to blow dry it. I messed around with it for a liitle and decided to let my natural bounsy curls save me the trouble of doing my hair.
I was completely dried off, but kept the towel wrapped around me as I walked out of the bathroom and into my room to put on the outfit I had picked out a little while earlier.
After words I found a pair of silver flatts that matched the little designs on the coat, and I put those on before walking into the bathroom again to put on a single layer of foundation, a little bit of pink blush, a thin line of eye liner above and under my eye, some mascara, and finally some dark pink lipstick.
I walked back down the stairs, only to see myself in the large mirror that we had hanging up above the stairs.
I felt really over dressed, but decided to go with it since I only had about 15 minutes until they came over.
"This is either going to end up really bad, or really good." I thought as I began to make a pot of coffee.

Notes

Hi everybody. This is QueenKilljoy (nicknmae Tortured Angel). This is the first chapter I have written for this story, and the first chapter that I have ever written of a fanfiction. I would really like some feed back on whether or not this is good. I'm not a huge writer.
I'm technically taking over the entire story, and don't blame me if the first 5 or 6 chapters suck because my sister wrote them. She now feels like it's harder to write things that aren't completely fantasy, and stuff that can happen in real life, so that's why I'm doing it now.
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~Yours Truly, Tortured Angel