Citali sat, as usual, infront of her vanity, just like any other morning. A brush gently running through her shiny black hair, one hundred times, just like any other morning. It was calming for her, familiar. Ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred. All done. It wasn't like she was in a rush though, so taking as much time as she wanted, she slowly stood from her seat and began about the rest of moening routine. She'd been up since nearly dawn, already showered and made up simply, just like the way her nanny taught her when she was twelve and had just started dabbling with makeup.
Slipping on a simple green V-neck, a black pleated skirt, black leggings, and black flats. She stood infront of her mirror and admired herself for a minute, before turning to the door and stepping out. Although Citali didn't have a strong urge to eat, there wasn't much else to do. On instinct, her feet carried her to breakfast. Her face was as unemotional as ever, her eyes looking straightforward and her lips set in a slight frown. It didn't take long to get there, and she couldn't help the look of distate that flashed across her features when she saw the immense crowd that was all trying to get food, find friends, and socialize. A sigh slipped pastvher lips as she took a place in line, crossing her arms impatiently.