In one of Manchester Metropilatin University's nitty little accomidations, amongst mess and untimely noise coming from the rooms surrounding, Claire Demichi lies, peaking through her messy hair at the time on her alarm: 6:59, watching the minutes go by at a cruelly quick pace, waiting until the very last second before she has to get up for the first and only interveiw she's ever had.
"For fuck sakes" she groans as it gets to 7:05 am and begins to beep for the 10th time this morning. 'i planned to be up at 6:30' she whines to herself. which just makes her want to give up and go to bed even more. Deciding to make the smart and mature choice by some sort of mirical, she puts an end to the annoying loud bird noises coming from her phone before her housemates yell at her again and stumbles into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth before heading into the shower. The different smells of her many creams and lotions perks up her mood a little and the thought of doing her makeup motivates her to wake up.
Makeup was one of the only things she was effortlessly good at. And if she wasnt effortlessly good at something she didn't bother trying. Because of this the list of things she was good at was small and unevolving. Consisting of hair and makeup of course, choosing clothes, drawing realistic eyes and baking cookies.
After her shower she goes into her only housemate that has a job: Molly's room and digs through her closet for an interveiw appropriate outfit. "I hung one on the door for you" she groans from her bed. "Thank you Molly I love you" She whispers, grabbing it and leaving her last moments of sleep before she has to get up too.
She dries her hair and puts on the outfit. A knitted black dress that cuts off just above the knees with a collar and long sleeves paired with a pair of black tights and starts on her makeup. Remembering to go for a natural look, she carves her eyebrows and puts on concealer and foundation aswell as lipgloss and mascara.
As she looks into the mirror, she notices the little bump on her stomach that she hates but no one else notices. Ignoring it, she considers if her signature accesories she has on are appropriate. Chanel earings shes owned proudly since year 9, A pandora necklace her grandma gave her for her 18th and her favourite: a matching tiarra ring and bracelette her dad gave her. With no experience in an office she takes them off and puts them in the little compartment of her handbag, not wanting to lose them but too scared to be away from them for the first time in years.
When she made it to the shoerack besides the door Molly was already ready, putting on her shoes.
"Claire don't wear them" She laughs as Claire tries to put on her old viviene westwood school shoes.
"There my only smart shoes though"
"My god" She rolls her eyes jokingly and takes off her heels to give to her. "I'll take the bullet wear mine"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm just amazed you're ready." Molly responds opening the door for them both to leave.