The metal passes lips as she removes it to pin through. She wondered, is this what it would feel like to have those awful piercings in her lip? She wasn't a huge fan, to be honest. The sun casts into the room, curtains moved previously due to an early wake for her new design project in the process, and glints off the pin as she wiggled it through for the last little thread to be done on it.
"Sabrina!"
Sabrina Lily Fair doesn't answer. Her chocolate brown eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. Squinting to get her sight right, from the bright light she found out it was pretty late. 8:09. Shoot, that was a little too close for comfort. Still, her focused gaze fixed on the once more and compared it with the things she had. Pretty simple, eventually she allowed her hand to wander to her playlist on her mobile phone and turned it out to block out her father's voice.
Eventually, the dress WILL be pretty, to speak. Not something she would ever bring for herself to wear around the house, but she had a friend needing a few adjustments in the fashion department why not this? If not. Then someone would buy it and give her money, although the price isn't important at the moment. Her hands gently tugged at the bottom of the dress. The fabric flowed down to the ground in the basic form of a long summer gown, previously she sowed above the waist to give it that tight figure on the chest. Then she cut up the side to reveal some lean legs a breath of fresh air, the top part would go around the neck falling on the girl wasn't an issue for her.
The dress in the image is an elegant and vibrant floor-length gown, perfect for a formal event. The fabric is a rich shade of teal, which exudes both sophistication and boldness. The dress features a high halter neckline that adds a touch of modernity and highlights the shoulders.
What truly sets this dress apart is the exquisite floral embroidery that cascades down one side of the bodice and continues along the length of the dress. The embroidery is done in shades of pink, red, and white, creating a striking contrast against the teal background. The floral pattern is intricate, with each blossom and leaf meticulously detailed, adding a touch of femininity and romanticism.
A thigh-high slit on the side of the skirt adds an element of allure, allowing for ease of movement and a subtle glimpse of the legs. The fit of the dress is form-fitting, accentuating the wearer's figure, while the flowy fabric of the skirt provides a graceful silhouette.
" Sabrina!" Her father snapped once more.
"Yeah, I know!"
A deep sigh came from behind his door, once she had turned the sound down to a low after he shouted for her. He was right, it was time for her to stop working on the dress and move onto getting ready for the first day of college. "Well hurry up then!" Grumbled her father, who walked away from the sounds of the stair creaking behind the door.
Sabrina rolled her eyes at him and stood from her place on the floor, her hand lifting she had down there with her. The light was blinking while she put it on mute and loud music blasting kept her from hearing the sound. Her eyes focused on the screen while sliding her thumb to open the lock, getting in to see some messages from her best friend, Alexia.
'No sense of answering now, she must be finished with her morning swim.' Sabrina thought, grinning to herself. Knowing that her phone would have more messages when she was done getting ready.
Her eyes scanned the to check over her things on the bed first. Keys, got it. Lunch money, can't forget that, mint and chew-gum, double check! Her phone joined the pile on her bed, along with the notebooks she had on it and pencil case as well - This would have included all books from her subjects but the first week allowed them to gather them during the class. Which is how long it will take, depending on the timetable the office printed out for them.
The room wasn't too big or small. Sabrina lived in a fisherman's home they were making a good money which left them with a condo, in a way she gained her love for the sea from him. She Cared for them, but then again... It was hard to show you felt anything when the swimming part is in the way of your job. The room was pink, overall. The walls were pale, but she had wallpaper on certain parts of her room by her window and door. The place that was pale was behind the bed and to the front, where the bathroom was next to her flat screen and Chester draws.
By the window was a single, small table in pale pink and chairs on each end. Behind that was her window covered by purple curtains. The room had a walk-in closet, plus a dresser on the other end of her bedroom where she did most of her make-up plans for her hair and Accessories.
On her way to the bathroom suddenly her bedroom door opened loudly. "Dad said you're going to be late for your first day, " someone said, that someone being her stupid sister.
"I know." Sabrina sighed for the third time today and rolled her eyes at her little sister. Her own hair was dyed, but Elena and herself looked like each other. Minus the bad clothes on the other right now or how Sabrina's hair dyed into a red-head. Then there was a loud voice... a lot of things could be better for Elena.
Elena might not resemble her older sister Sabrina in the traditional sense, but that only makes her stand out even more in their family. While Sabrina is known for her striking red-brown hair and hazel eyes, Lily is a contrast in shades—her long, light brown hair falls in soft waves around her face, and her bright blue eyes sparkle with curiosity.
At six years old, Elena is already developing her own unique style and personality. Today, she's dressed in an outfit that perfectly captures her blend of playful spirit and budding sense of fashion. Her red, sequined bomber jacket is bold and eye-catching, shimmering with every step she takes. Beneath it, she wears a crisp white shirt with delicate lace trim that adds a touch of softness to her look.
Her jeans are where her creativity really shines—they're decorated with colorful patches that tell little stories of fun and adventure, from a sunny palm tree to a cheerful rainbow. The jeans are rolled up at the ankles, showing off her white sneakers, which are speckled with tiny red hearts.
Elena may look different from Sabrina, but her distinct appearance only adds to her charm. Her blue eyes and light hair set her apart, making her a bright and lively presence in the family. Despite their differences, there's no mistaking the strong bond between the sisters—Elena's vibrant personality complements Sabrina's, making them an unforgettable duo.
The reply seemed to make her more amused though. Grinning slightly, "Hurry up then! Or you won't find your lunch downstairs." Elena teased, placing a hand upon her hip before walking back out of the room. Her hand closing the door behind her.
"Yeah, yeah..."
It's kind of sad because it's true, and her time was running short there was no way of cooking some more before leaving. Sabrina scowled when the thought of her wonderful lunch going to her. Elena never got along with her, and she was the same way when it came to be a sister. When it mattered the family was there for eachother and promised to stick by each other for as long as possible.
Deciding to wander into the bathroom, her gaze noticed the mirror and checked out her reflection. Her hair was left down slightly wavy from sleeping and staying up most of the night. There were bags under her eyes, nothing make-up couldn't fix later. Plus she wore a light red shirt with long sleeves, her shorts, and her trusty glasses for long hours during the night - She had many for each occasion like her sunglasses.
Shockingly the bathroom was the basic room in the entire house. A small heart-shaped made laid on the floor, with pale tiles covering the floor and wall. Her shower settled in the corner with a curtain with different coloured hearts around it - In front of that was the toilet and beside the shower was the sink with a small pink seat for when she did her morning routines.
Sabrina left her mobile on her sink and carefully undressed from her nightclothes, throwing them onto the basket in the corner before slipping into the shower. Her hand pulling the curtain over, before she turned on the shower with the right combination of water and heat. God forbid that this broke down on her this morning, and it did on more than one occasion.
Once back out she started again with her skin, making sure to get all she needed for a good impression. Oh, who was she kidding? This was a habit that Sabrina pulled out every morning because it was right to do now. The mobile beside the sink started to buzz on the sink, repeating a loop of she played. 'Call me maybe.'
" I threw a wish in the well
Don't ask me, I'll never tell.
I looked to you as it fell
And now you're in my way. "
" I'd trade my soul for a wish
Pennies and dimes for a kiss.
I wasn't looking for this
But now you're in my way... "
Picking up the phone, and sitting down for a second her finger tapped the screen to see the menu before showing the message which was a simple text. She knew it was Alexis, her best friend from her childhood. During this time she finished her swimming rounds her text must be a reminder. ' Why can't I get an easy-going girlfriend?' Thought the designer. Her eyes closing slightly while her lips parted with a sigh.
Her phone screen loaded quickly, revealing the white background and name of Alexis. Which was Alexis at the end of it for her nickname. "Did you finish your summer homework?" The first message popped up, coming with another soon after. "I still have to work on my art. I never did like that class."
Sabrina rolled her eyes if there was one thing she knew that whining was going to be in the text. "Your such a perfectionist." She texted back quickly, her fingers flying on the letters on the touch screen. " Just finished last night, but I did work through it the entire holiday unlike you!"
A silly face popped up followed by another text. " Whatever! Remember to send me the list of people for the slumber party, I need it by tomorrow."
The brunette smiled softly, shaking her head at her best friend. The one thing you should know about Alexis is that her nerves make her... Robotic, in other words, she can go out of control and panic or try and bring back control. A control freak at heart, while Sabrina was laid back and happy to follow along with anything. At times everyone in school called her a hippy because of the happy-go-lucky attitude she showed, to her it wasn't a bad thing...
Standing up quickly, she grabbed a pair of white underwear and made her way to the bedroom again with her mobile phone in hand. That was removed and thrown onto the bed by her colourful shoulder bag She turned to them -- and slide the two doors open. There was a leading further up, but she wanted to stay down a floor and look around first. The first thing she wearing was a shirt with the picture of the home on it and some jeans, with sneakers, that was like wedges due to the heel. Throwing them onto the couch, in the middle of the room - it had a couch in front of it she could sit down. The shoes and bags were upstairs because of space up there, but she held dresses up there along with anything that went with them.
There was a section from down her which were small Chester draws her father gave her -- if Sabrina didn't want them. Rolling her eyes, she picked out two and piled them onto her outfit. Then one of her with a single emerald in the ring. It was basic, but she treasured it ever since she abandoned them. A with a string with a flower inside of it connected to a brown string instead of a chain.
Sabrina counted each item and then looked around the room with a frown. A second passed, suddenly her frown turned into a bright smile. "Yep! All done." She said, giddy for the first day of college so far. Her eyes checked her nails to make sure one more time.
Turning to her couch by her things she grabbed some jeans and began to shimmy her way into them first. "Oh come on!-" She grumbled. Skinny jeans, look great on you but could be a pain in the ass to wear. After a second she buttoned the front and threw on her shirt which had the blue sky, land of her home, and the sunset on top of that. Sitting down on her couch were her sneakers sat on the floor. She pulled her feet into them and strapped them in before throwing on her bracelets on the one arm and ring. As well as her earring.
With lack of time, she made it to her in the bedroom and did some red-eye quickly with ease, painting her lips and finishing it off with some perfume before deciding to make her hair this morning. Well more than it was at any rate... Sabrina hummed gently while she waited for the brush to heat up before taking it to her hair. And giving it one good brush before fixing her fringe in the mirror.
"Sabrina. Come on!" Her father shouted on her, "You don't want to be late do you!?"
"No! Give me a second to pack the last of my stuff!" She shot back.
On that note, she stood quickly and slide over her bed to grab her stuff. Sticking on the band that goes with her apple, and wrapped around it. She stuffed everything into the school bag before going out of the room and closing the door behind her. Casting one last glance to the workplace, before it closed completely and her head turned to look forward. "Later brat!"
"Later loser!" A tiny voice laughed.
Before going downstairs, there was a room which she and her sister used to play around. If they weren't in there room then it was either finding a corner to read in there. It's not a room, when you come upstairs there is a wide entryway they decided to fill it up. In the corner there was hanging there, each side had them for the girls to read from. Another white chair was sitting next to one of them, in case both of them came in, or they had guests.
Sabrina went which was right next to the foyer. She wanted to get her lunch she went further into her home to them; which is known as there living room. On the other side of the Foyer from the stairs, her father stayed down there. There was a master with a indoor closet and bathroom. To the back of the living room, they had a door there and as well. Their shoes or guests' shoes and coats tend to go there. But, she turned to two sliding doors and ventured into the room which is where her father worked, it was kind of bear but there was a ton of , two in fact, and a couch for guests with a desk and chair and. Not that he stayed there, why doses a fisherman need that? Sabrina always asked herself that and yet never asked him.
The back of the house has a big and outdoor, of course. Alexis came over here when she needed someone to time her or hang out while training away from her manager; the hated mother they called her as a joke. That wasn't although, there was a spa section of the pool where it's nice and hot and bubbling, with a section to sit and enjoy the sun.
"Nice of you to make it..." He spoke up with a slight smile at her rushing around.
"Sorry, I was working on the dress before you shouted." Sabrina laughed, her eyes closing slightly while she packed the with her food into her shoulder bag while he spoke.
The man chuckled While he was sitting down at the table. Reading something on a book, "Just make sure you're on time. Sab." Currently, sitting in the kitchen and dinning room.
Richard Daniel Fair, Sabrina's father, is a ruggedly handsome man with a strong build, reflective of his years as a fisherman. In the image, he exudes a blend of casual confidence and understated style. He has a tanned complexion, a result of long hours spent at sea under the sun. His short, dark hair is neatly styled, complementing his well-groomed appearance.
Richard is dressed in a salmon-colored polo shirt that fits snugly, highlighting his muscular physique. The shirt's color contrasts sharply with his white pants, giving him a fresh and modern look. His pants are slim-fit, emphasizing his tall and athletic frame. He pairs the outfit with casual boat shoes, which are practical for both his profession and his laid-back personal style.
His facial expression is calm and composed, with a hint of a smile, suggesting a man who is both approachable and confident. Richard's overall appearance combines the toughness of a seasoned fisherman with the elegance of someone who appreciates fine living, making him a captivating presence. The surroundings, with their elegant and classic décor, further accentuate his refined yet down-to-earth character.
She nodded and smiled. Waving to him before rushing outside of the front of her with her earbuds pushed into her ears. The music blaring while she briskly walked toward the bus to meet with Alexis. Her fingers ran over her phone and texted, 'Almost to the bus stop, are you coming yet?'
A brown-haired stood inside her small, she lived on the same street but was further down the road because her house was actually a mansion. Though most of them lived pretty decent lives here. Her hair was pulled into a damp looking ponytail from swimming in the beach or pool. Her eyes were glued to the text while smiling to herself.
"Alexia, Honey you're going to late so drink the shake upstairs!" She called from the while fixing the table up for her dinner party later. The woman looked different from the girl. Her hair was strawberry blonde and her eyes were hazel instead. Her hair was curled inwards to keep the length path her shoulder and neat. She wore a white and light brown pantsuit. Anne Anderson was the mother with the perfect life, but she was also the manager of her daughter who was leading up to be the best swimmer in high school.
Anne Sarah Anderson was a woman of poise, effortlessly balancing her career and family life. With her sharp sense of style, she often wore well-tailored blazers paired with sleek trousers or pencil skirts, embodying the image of a successful realtor. Her hair, a soft shade of chestnut brown, fell in gentle waves just past her shoulders, always perfectly styled yet never overdone. Her eyes, a striking shade of hazel, carried a mix of warmth and determination—traits that made her both approachable and formidable in her profession.
Though her career demanded much of her time, Anne was devoted to her daughter, Alexis. As a mother, she was nurturing and patient, but when it came to coaching Alexis, she struggled to strike the right balance. She wanted to see her daughter excel, but she found it difficult to push her too hard, afraid that she might be too demanding or overwhelming. This internal struggle often played out in small moments—like when she would offer a gentle smile of encouragement instead of a firm directive during practice or when she hesitated to critique Alexis' performance too harshly.
Anne's wardrobe, much like her personality, was carefully curated—professional and polished, yet with a touch of softness that reflected her maternal instincts. Even on casual days, she maintained an air of sophistication, choosing outfits that were both comfortable and chic. Whether she was showing a property to a potential buyer or attending one of Alexis' events, Anne always carried herself with a quiet confidence.
Yet behind this composed exterior, Anne wrestled with the knowledge that she wasn't pushing Alexis to her full potential. She feared that being too strict might strain their close relationship, so she often erred on the side of caution, offering support rather than pressure. It was a constant balancing act, one that Anne navigated with as much grace as she could muster, always putting her daughter's well-being first, even if it meant holding back a little more than she should.
Alexia Anderson turned around and sighed softly, switching her screen to her phone off. "I know mum..." She replied to her, pressed her lips together in annoyance. Her fringe hiding the slight eyebrow twitch and reveal pale blue eyes; the lighting almost making them look silver. Her wet hair swayed behind her head while sipping on her shake, strawberry was her favorite as of late and her mother usually had it ready but she had to make it herself. "It wouldn't have taken this long if you had done it like usual."
"I know, Hun... I'm just not myself tonight." Anna smiled over her shoulder, catching the teasing glint in her daughter's blue eyes.
Alexis walked over to look around the room for a second. "Why are you having a party anyway?" She asked her, she wasn't one to enjoy them much. But, their family stuck together so she felt willing enough to keep doing it. Her arms stretched slightly into the air. a bikini under her clothes, she enjoyed the many colors on it and how it shaped her chest. Usually, she wouldn't have worn this kind of thing in public at all. But she was covered with a pair of ripped denim shorts, black buttoned up and sleeves top to keep herself hidden going back and to the beach. The sound of her flip flops hitting the floor loudly made her mother hum in response while her shoulder had a black and white beach bag that held all her things.
"I thought it would be nice to asking over our new neighbors over." Anna responded, "They don't have a house so I'm hoping to get them out of there caravan and into one."
Ah, there it was. The brunette rolled her eyes, "So for work and not just for being nice?"
Her mother snapped her gaze to her with a frown. "No! No, of course not. I do want to be nice partly..."
Alexis shook her head and began to walk away from the dining room. Waving goodbye with her sunglasses in the same hand.
The house was a good size for them since she had her little brother, herself, and mother. Everyone on the street considered them to be the perfect family and she adored her brother. Unlike Sabrina, she found it odd to even say something bad about or fight with him. The main floor consisted of letting you into the foyer first off. Then to the right and left was the and dining room/kitchen, while walking past that you come to two doors leading to the library and study - to the right of that they had a room. Just in case someone came over to stay with them, usually, she had Sabrina sleep in the same room as her though. There was a bathroom with it and closet as well. Just to the left of the living room was there which had a room just for coats and shoes that the guests come in with - Her mother never liked them coming in with them on. There was a dryer and washing machine in there as well while they had the time to work on any washing at all.
The staircase was in front of the entrance, but she had a short way to go since the dining room wasn't far from it. Alexis walked up the stairs to the second floor.
Wandering up there the second floor wasn't too big, the was small and allowed them to move to there room. The first master was her mothers. Placed with a bathroom and walk-in closet as well, besides that she had her own which had the and then across from her was her brothers as well. Each side of there room was a studio for Alexia and her brother Connor had a game room - which was also a reading room to boot both used it when the time came.
On her way down to her room, the sound of the game station blaring in the game room met her ear. Blinking slowly, she smiled. 'He must be playing before school.' Alexia thought to herself, closing the door to her room and locking it behind her. The bedroom was in the color of the blue as her eyes, a chair cushion sat close to the door while the other was further in the room. The part of the room had two beds waiting for whoever came over to sleep, Sabrina mostly, but it was like having a guest room in her own bedroom. Plus the sitting area with a couch and coffee table is waiting around the corner. In front of her bed, there was a door leading to the bathroom, sliding doors waited not far away as well. It was big enough for her at least, inside there she had an dresser instead of out here and her own and table was settled in her own room. A gift from Sabrina so she can make her own things when she could. It wasn't her talent though, the art studio was her love.
Eventually, Alexia threw her bag on the bed and stretched her arms into the air. Her pale blue eyes searching the room, knowing she was going for a bath first and then change into something for school - she still wore her bikini after all. With a silent hum, the teen left for her bathroom in the bedroom and stepped inside the blue-tiled room. Even the curtain was blue.
In the bathroom, she could hear her phone ring but ignored that and walked toward her shower. Turning it on, making sure the heat was just right. She tugged off the dress and sighed slightly her mind drifting to her mother busying around other people business again to get another buyer into there street. Alexia wasn't a complete fan of her tricking them into a friendship to gain that. It wasn't right. Eventually, everything dirty was thrown into the hamper while she jumped into her shower and began the long effort of cleaning up for the morning.
In Theory, her mother wasn't a horrible person - just a busy body and an eager person.
Still. Was it right to invite people over and befriend them for buying a house?
Minutes passed and yet, Alexia found herself glaring at the door to her bathroom. Her face scrunched up when water dripped down her face almost entering her eye. Stepping out of the shower and turning it off she began drying herself and putting on some clean underwear before sitting on her chair in the bathroom. Doing her skincare thoroughly, along with any other daily morning things before stepping into her room. The room was always neat and never untidy if she had any say about it.
Alexia quickly went for some clothes in her walk-in-wardrobe before coming back into her room to decide on the outfits, unlike Sabrina she wasn't a fan of taking forever to get ready. Clothes were clothes, nothing had to be well thought out and she looked pretty good in her things anyway. She to pull on her black jeans first. Then, she pulled on her black, long Sparkle tank top, Placing two bracelets upon her arm and slipping on her black sparkle pumps as well, her eyes found the blue matching handbag and began stuffing it with school stuff - minus her apple and for now.
" Alex! Come and get some breakfast before you go!" Shouted her mother from downstairs.
"I'm almost finished!" Alexia called back, pressing her lips together in annoyance her eyes moved to her dresser and sat down at her vanity where some of her jewelry was sitting after she brought them in. The first was, a gold Silver flower and it was very easy to break so her necklace was used only when she could bring it. The last one was two that go together, with a pale blue gemstone in one of them. Slipping each one on her finger, she finished with her necklace and decided to finish doing her hair.
Leaning over the desk to get her curler from the pouch she used to keep her hair stuff. She pulled out the curler and sat back, letting it heat up while plugged in before she did anything. Alexia smiled into the mirror, her hand picking up a brush to go through the tangled mess for what it was. Unlike Sabrina, she had thick hair, at least for the time she refused to get her hair cut - which was a lot.
Once her hair was free of anything that would get in the way, she pulled her heated curler and gave her hair some small waves, before tying it up into a low and doing her fringe in a wave for the final touch.
Time was getting to her by the moment she was finishing the make-up, so she decided to shade in her as the same color as her skin first and they smudge in the white before applying her pink lip and adding onto her fingers in haste - The mobile rang at her bed just to remind her time was up, she had a timer on just so she wasn't too late to meet with Sabrina. Alexia never asked her to wait if the bus came.
Standing from the vanity she grabbed her handbag and checked everything before taking her earbuds, mobile, and apple watch before going downstairs to get her lunch. Right after walking in checking the for her brother. He wasn't there, so Alexia decided to go downstairs eventually "I'll eat an apple on the way out!" She told Conner and her mother hastily, "Have a good day Conner!"
The young boy was still in primary school. He didn't even reach the counter in their kitchen, his hair was a little browner with a bright contrast like his mother. He had the same blue eyes, but messy hair compared to Alexia who rushed still neat and tidy. "Try not to fall this time!" He teased.
Connor's messy brown hair fell in relaxed waves, complementing his laid-back demeanor. His dark brown eyes, warm and expressive, reflected the effortless ease with which he navigated life. He wore a white sweater, its soft, knitted fabric slightly rumpled from wear, giving off a cozy, approachable vibe. The sweater's simplicity was a perfect canvas for his easygoing nature, with its clean lines and understated charm.
His jeans were a medium wash, slightly faded with age, hugging his frame comfortably without being too tight. The denim had a lived-in quality, marked by a few scuffs and subtle creases that spoke to countless casual outings and adventures. On his feet were scuffed sneakers, their once-bright white now softened to a more lived-in shade. The sneakers, with their well-worn soles and frayed laces, added a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise relaxed look. Together, these pieces formed a comfortable, effortlessly stylish outfit that perfectly mirrored Connor's easy-going personality and his effortless, approachable charm.
"Conner!" Anna scolded, her face hiding the mirth badly, she shook her head and returned to her work on her son's school lunch.
Meanwhile, a red-haired teen was getting rather restless since the bus was just about to come at the end of the road. Her brown eyes scanned the street and noticed a white blur running up the path. "About time you got here!" She shouted, her hand in the air waving until Alexia came to kneel in front of her. Breathing slightly heavy.
"S-Sorry, I was a little late with the dinner party plans coming up tonight."
Both girls breathed a sigh of relief when the bus just came to let them on. Both jumping on to sit in the back chattering about anything and everything.
Just outside of the city were rather stunning Caravan and two people who live in it instead of going into a house like the rest. No one bothered them, short of coming here last night - A girl stood outside with her long hair just beside her shoulder blades, naturally, she had them straight without much effort on her part. Her hair was also white and not blonde after dying it a week ago, unlike the other girls her eyes looked pure blues like a bit of Ice cube or see-through glass. She was wearing a pair of joggy bottoms cut to reveal her long legs and stomach, making them into shorts and a cropped jumper in fact.
The woman slowly scanned the street lazily and sighed to herself. Not like she was going to school this morning though, but she wouldn't allow herself to stay home all day - plus she had to gather her school time-line and other stuff she had to get from the school office as well.
" Meredith! You still have to go shopping even though we have dinner plans!" A male voice called, her father.
Meredith rolled her blue eyes and scowled. "I know!" She snapped.
Kneeling on the ground to gather the basket of dry clothes she made her way into the rather big caravan and stepped into the main part of it. Were the car seat was sitting and the steering wheel. Her father had his motorbike hidden in the back of it. She shared his love for the fast driving but preferred not to ride her own in case of it being taken away from her over here. The white-haired teen made her way into the to place her basket on the table where she sat across them on a couch. "You can get your own clothes, I need to get ready to go out."
" Make sure you don't cause trouble." John smith warned her, his voice rough and deep he gave off a scary image of a biker in the end. It didn't seem to go away even though he became a father years ago. He looked slightly neat compared to them though. That was something at least.
John Leo Smith stands out in the biking community with his meticulously groomed appearance. His comb-over hairstyle, a sophisticated mix of blonde and grey, adds an air of refined elegance to his rugged persona. This well-maintained look is complemented by a neatly trimmed beard, which adds a touch of class while still nodding to his biker roots. The careful attention he gives to his grooming is evident in every aspect of his appearance.
His wardrobe choices further emphasize his unique style. John typically dons a grey shirt that is always crisp and well-fitted, paired with black pants that are both durable and sleek. His black boots are polished to a high shine, reflecting his commitment to maintaining a clean, polished look even while embracing the gritty world of biking. Each piece of his outfit is selected not only for practicality but also for its ability to enhance his overall presentation.
Despite the often chaotic nature of life on the road, John Leo Smith's appearance remains consistently sharp and orderly. His distinctive blend of classic biker toughness with a clean, sophisticated style sets him apart from his peers. This combination of neatness and ruggedness speaks to a man who values both the freedom of the open road and the importance of maintaining a polished, refined appearance.
"I don't-" A look was sent over the paper he was reading when the protest left her.
"....Whatever." Meredith huffed and puffed, rolling her eyes for the second time today before she walked into the back room where the living room was, down the hall they had a brighter side of everything which was the kitchen and dining room for dinner. Just before that, a door leads to her room.
Her father never did tell her how he got the money for this before. They were running out of the town and country long before her curiosity got the best of her back then. Inside the was a normal master suite that the young girl used. Her door closed with a loud click. The door next to hers was father room, plus a few for other people - if they ever came to see them and they didn't usually come here.
Meredith shook her head a little to shake off the lazy feeling she was in this morning. Swinging over to her bed she crawled over and grabbed her bathing things and made a short visit into her closet as well before going back out. Stepping back out to go across the room which was the bathroom she stepped in there and locked the door behind her. Nothing needs to be rushed since school wouldn't be taking her in this morning - besides a tour of the school that is and a meeting with the headmistress.
The silence between her father and herself was almost normal for them. Neither had good traits when it comes to talking to people and getting along with them. It wasn't the reason for his comment early, it was either her causing trouble in school or him fighting with another person inside the house.
Sitting her stuff on the toilet seat first. unfortunately, the bathroom was rather small so there was little space to move. Her eyes glanced at the time on the wall and shrugged. Slowly, she began undressing and sitting everything into the hamper before going to her shower to turn it on and adjust the temperature before going in the shower. The water ran down her back and hair allowing it to stick to the back and neck. Her eyes closed tightly, while her hands ran over her hair.
A couple of minutes later she stepped out and dried herself and dressed in her underwear before a pair of jeans to pull up, leaving the belt this time. A white striped tank top, with her white top with a bird on the front of it. If you can't give out the truth then shut your mouth.
Meredith shortly walked out of the bathroom and back to her room, the door closing behind her again while she sat down on the bed. Tugging on some white socks and blue sneakers for today.
Standing up once more she picked up the leather bag she had on the pillow of her bed and began placing in her along with her phone, and emergency make-up before sitting it back down on the bed and walking over to her table. Sitting down, her pale eyes checked her reflection to see her ugly mug looking back at her - In reality, Meredith didn't believe she was a pretty woman since her drunk of a mother often insulted her about it. Back then, being pushed down verbally and thrown out to her fathers waiting arms forced her to fall down to a shy little girl to a trouble maker that she was today.
Shaking her head - Now wasn't the time to think back to that bitch. No, I won't let her get to me this time. I can do this. She thought with a determined look upon her face. Turning away from the reflection her hand grabbed a small brush and began brushing through the tangles to get the nice hair she had before the shower. Her hair wasn't hard to do either. It was too short to handle anyway and it was her lazy day.
Her hands gently pushed her hair behind her ears and moved a hairband in white over her hair to do the make-up, while she didn't feel pretty she did make-up tutorials online for girls. Her face in a simple natural make-up and added some glitter to her face, giving her some glow before she looked through the other things she had around the draws - leaving them once she was out of the wardrobe before this.
Meredith decided to go with two her father got her in the past. Then she pulled out a bundle of and slid them on her. A Leather with gold charms was placed around her neck, three of them in fact. Her eyes briefly looked at her reflection, picking out a set of to put along her ear - Not the one, but more than that with a single half-moon hanging from the bottom.
The last thing she had to do that morning was painted her, sort of like the denim color on her nails so she decided on that and used a small fan to dry them quicker.
" This should do it..." Meredith sighed to herself, closing her eyes for a second before she stood back up and turned to the bed. Shoulder the bag and slipping on the apple watch onto her wrist before walking out the door. "Dad, I'm going out now - Try to keep it easy okay?"
"I know, Mere. Go have fun. "
"Going to college is fun?"
John smirked slightly, "Well no one said college... Did they?"
Meredith laughed and a smile stretched across her face before going back outside with a set of keys being taken off the dining table on her way out. She had to check her notes and then check what she was doing today, occasionally her time spent doing odd chores around the caravan or the town to keep things up and running. Her dad wasn't very good at chores after all.
Her notepad wasn't so full that day so her time was spent in town looking around the different stores and checking out the boys around there. No one nice enough to be of notice, for her at least. Her eyes instead went to her and began scrolling her Facebook again for old news - Not that her old Friends kept in touch with her over here. Meredith rolled her eyes, switching the device off and placing it in a front pocket of her handbag.
Two girls passed her briskly walking the same way to the school gates, sprinting into a run to get to the gates.
"I'm gonna kill my mother!"
The other girl grinned at her. "Oh? Here I thought your family was so perfect."
"Oh, shut up!"
The girls laughed at each other, just making the gate before it could close on them with Meredith following behind them - She couldn't get through but she did press the buzzer to get inside. When the gate opened she walked through the front of the school, often used for the low classes by the swing sets, shoots, and hopscotch drawn on the pavement. Her eyes scanned the grounds and smiled to herself.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed the children running around with a football - Her mind goes back to her childhood, playing around like that was so much more fun than having the mind to know about things at him. Her eyes darkened slightly, almost showing a misty fog over her pale hues.
She sharply turned her head away and scowled deeply, making her way inside of the college grounds she was a tad shocked to find herself in a rather posh school - Not to say any of the school people are rich. It could be just the school.
I hope...
"Meredith Smith?" Someone called for her quietly, just as she entered the school entrance.
Her head turned to see an old woman, well... Older than herself waiting for her, smiling. "Yes, I am." She told her with a small smile of her own.
Jane radiates an air of refined elegance with her soft blonde hair, meticulously styled to enhance her sophisticated appearance. Her hair cascades in gentle waves, framing her face and adding a touch of effortless grace.
She is dressed in a grey suit that fits her impeccably, its tailored lines accentuating her poised demeanor. The suit's subtle sheen reflects her attention to detail and commitment to a classic, polished look. Its muted tone underscores her sophisticated taste while maintaining a versatile charm.
Her white stilettos make a bold statement, contrasting sharply with the grey of her suit. Each step she takes in these heels amplifies her modern, chic vibe, merging contemporary flair with timeless elegance. The combination of her outfit and accessories showcases a blend of classic sophistication and striking modernity.
" My name is Jean. I work in the office just around here, would you follow me please?"
Meredith shrugged, the woman or young woman turned on her heel and walked back through the door she came in any way so she followed inside. Stepping in so Jean could close the door behind her while she sat down in her office, a leather chair sitting in front of her desk. "Well, Thank you for coming here today. I wasn't sure if you would since your father was rather vague."
Jean wasn't new around here or so she assumed for the calls she got out there. She was blonde, more so than herself, and had vibrant green eyes that could easily show the warmth in them. That made her pause, for a second. Unlike the rest of the teachers, she also preferred wearing a more comfortable suit instead of skirts and painful high heels on her feet. It was a Grey blazer and pants, matching belt around her waist with a modest purple blouse underneath that.
It brought on a more genuine smile to her face for once and instead of letting her scowl all day she eased up and cocked her head. "My dad isn't as bad as he sounds." She corrected her, taking the time to let her eyes roam the office for a second. "I'm not very easy to get along with either..."
The young office lady found herself laughing quietly, her eyes closing to give her another smile. "Nonsense, we've had plenty of people claiming the same thing." Jean turned in her chair and pulled out a bag for her, more than enough books for the year and anything she might need. Eraser, pencil pen, rule. Everything was inside the bag right now.
Her lip twitched slightly, curling even more than it was before standing up and taking the bag from her hands. "I figured. Thank you for seeing me then." Meredith turned around and walked out of the office with one last grateful look before leaving the room with the door closing behind her. She decided to go outside and roam the shops for the week's worth of dinner at least.