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Name: Emily Kitchell
Age: 17
Description: Short, strong legs, long light (nearly bleach) blond hair, blue eyes, tanned skin
Hobbies: Sleeping, watching anime, cooking/baking, swimming, tanning
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Other Facts: Part of the school swim team and loves spending time outside - specifically in a pool or at the beach; loves cute things, especially stuffed animals; bad at learning foreign languages; favorite subject is gym; while she doesn't bleach her hair, the chlorine from the pool kind of does and tends to leave it rather dead and dry
Emily woke up to a startling vibration under her left side. Rolling onto her back, she quickly slipped the source from under her to discover that one of her best friends Cierra had texted her. With a grunt, Emily opened the text, burning her eyes with the screen's bright light.
~Birdie: Hey, are you comin' to school or what?
The blonde's brows furrowed as she checked the time and it took her disoriented brain a moment to process what she was reading. She was supposed to be in class in ten minutes.
"Oh my God..OH MY GOD!" Throwing herself out of the bed, the young athlete ran for the light, stumbled over her book bag and random articles of dirty laundry in the process, and let out a spew of of profanities as she groped around the room for the light switch. Unfortunately, a while back her addiction to sleeping had lead to her buy blackout curtains for easier midday naps. Now, she was kicking herself of the decision.
With the light finally on, Emily grabbed a dress from her closet in a blind panic. Sliding down the hall in her socks, she glided into the bathroom, closed the door, and quickly changed clothes. She rushed through brushing her teeth and didn't even bother to brush her hair. Instead, she grabbed a hair tie and hoped for the best.
"MOOOOM," she called, swinging open the door. "Start the car! I missed the bus! I'm going to be late!" After sprinting back to her room, Emily threw on some flats, grabbed her book bag, raced down the stairs and out the front door. It wasn't until she was settled into the car that she took the time to breathe. She only had four minutes left to get there. There was no chance she was going to be be on time.
How many times was it allowed until you got a detention? She was sure her number was up. Sighing, she sat back while her mother drove and tied her hair up in a messy bun, hoping people would think it was intentional. Oh, right, I should text her back, she thought, quickly pulling her phone out of her bra.
~Me: Yeah, sorry, B, I overslept. I need to take those curtains down. I had no idea it was even morning when I first woke up. At least that means their working, I guess. Lol
~Me: I'll be there in ten.
B, short for Birdie, was a little nickname Emily liked to use for Cierra. She thought it suited her well because of her last name, her cute face, and her glasses. To Emily, the glasses made Cierra look intelligent, and, growing up, Emily was always told that birds are some of the smartest animals.
During the ride to school, Emily took the time to apply a little makeup to at least seem a little more awake and put together. Once she arrived, it was another race to the finish line. However, this one was more of a stroll because the last thing she needed was to be stopped for running in the halls. Approaching the classroom, she attempted to slide in under the radar with the hopes that she could claim she was just in the bathroom during roll call.