Bad Luck: Uh Oh... (OPEN)
Nov 21, 2014 3:25:57 GMT -5
Post by Michelle Reed on Nov 21, 2014 3:25:57 GMT -5
Mornings were not Michelle's favourite time of day. She loathed waking up, the groggy feeling that was always hard to shake until midday and leaving the comfort of her bed. Then, she'd go sit in class for a few hours, eat lunch, and go to more classes. Everyday was the same, boring routine.
Running a hand through her bedhead, she tried to tame the frizzy waves of brown hair before giving up. Grabbing a hair elastic, Michelle quickly threw her hair up in a messy bun, deciding against putting much effort into her look today. Wasn't worth the time. In her frenzy, she began running around her room, grabbing a random black v-neck from off of the ground and her favourite pair of light blue skinny jeans.
She came emerging through the door of her room, still pulling the fabric of the shirt over her head. Did she have time for breakfast? Where was her backpack? These questions and more raced through Michelle's mind as she went back to her room to grab her backpack off of the ground. She ended up in the common area of her dorm, adjusting her shirt and pulling her pants up, which involved the famous skinny jean dance. Michelle had always had an average body, with normal fluctuations in weight and no real curve definition. So, it was a surprise when she had to work harder than usual to pull the jeans up and over her thighs and butt, but managed to do so after a minute of struggle.
Michelle was about ready to leave for the day when she took a step forward. Something ricochet off of the wall before she had the time to blink. Her jeans did feel looser now, though. Looking down, she noticed with a soft gasp that it had been the button to her favourite jeans.
Running a hand through her bedhead, she tried to tame the frizzy waves of brown hair before giving up. Grabbing a hair elastic, Michelle quickly threw her hair up in a messy bun, deciding against putting much effort into her look today. Wasn't worth the time. In her frenzy, she began running around her room, grabbing a random black v-neck from off of the ground and her favourite pair of light blue skinny jeans.
She came emerging through the door of her room, still pulling the fabric of the shirt over her head. Did she have time for breakfast? Where was her backpack? These questions and more raced through Michelle's mind as she went back to her room to grab her backpack off of the ground. She ended up in the common area of her dorm, adjusting her shirt and pulling her pants up, which involved the famous skinny jean dance. Michelle had always had an average body, with normal fluctuations in weight and no real curve definition. So, it was a surprise when she had to work harder than usual to pull the jeans up and over her thighs and butt, but managed to do so after a minute of struggle.
Michelle was about ready to leave for the day when she took a step forward. Something ricochet off of the wall before she had the time to blink. Her jeans did feel looser now, though. Looking down, she noticed with a soft gasp that it had been the button to her favourite jeans.
