I combed out my long brunette hair so it would fall int tiny spirals just before my elbow. I then applied my makeup and put my contacts on over my icy blue eyes. Today I had dressed in some dark wash, distressed skinny jeans and a hot pink and black sweatshirt, with my converse, of course. I hobbled down the stairs taking them two by two. I pounced over the last three steps and darted toward my mother. She saw me, took in my appearance with wide eyes, then glared, her icy glare. I could already tell that she didn't approve of what I was wearing.
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