Farren awoke that morning to the maid lifting the blinds in her room and tossing the curtains to the side. Farren groaned, rolling over in her bed and burying her face. She mumbled some unappreciative words because of the unwelcome wake up call, before turning over to see the maid leaving. “It’s summer… I don’t have school you know!” she called out before the door closed. The girl sighed heavily, not much of a morning person as she rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times. Her vision went in and out, bringing the room closer and further away until they adjusted. She was used to it by now, but it still didn’t help the slightly queasy feeling it gave her sometimes.
Crawling out of bed, she ran her fingers through her long mane of blonde waves that reached all the way down her back before getting to her closet. She planned on going shopping today to possibly find something she could crime fight in. It sounded silly when she said it out loud to herself, but in her head she was determined to not chicken out. “Don’t be a pansy, Farren,” she scolded herself as she brought out a pair of blue skinny jeans and loose, sheer white top. She grabbed a black cami to wear under the sheer top and quickly got dressed. She never forgot to put on a little makeup as well, with some large bangle bracelets and diamond stud earrings. “There,” she smiled happily, much more awake after her morning ritual.
Farren bounced downstairs, her hair flouncing behind her as she smiled brightly. Her parents might have been in the house, she wasn’t sure. She just didn’t care. She grabbed her favorite name brand slouchy brown bag and headed out the door. Her parents had gotten her a mini cooper for her birthday when she was 16, just like she’d asked, and she pulled out of the driveway in it to head for her daily morning coffee. She slipped her favorite large eyed sunglasses on and yawned, driving almost too courteously as she let everyone go twice before she actually went.
Farren pulled into the coffee shop she went to every morning and parked as far away from the door as possible. After all, she was young and healthy and there were a lot of people needing the closer spaces more than her. She got in line to order, politely smiling whenever someone rudely cut in front of her. Some made an excuse like they were late for work, others just seemed to not see her and nudge her back. She gave a nervous smile and placed her sunglasses on top of her head, not wanting to cause a problem. Once she reached the counter after what seemed like forever, she said her name that they never seemed to spell right, and ordered a vanilla latte before beginning to wait patiently as people all around her sighed heavily, waiting for their coffee.