A strong light spilled through the blinds, resting itself onto the flawless face of a young girl. Her long-lashed eyes fluttered open, and smile played across her lips.
Sitting up, Tiffany squinted her eyes to block out the sun that was relentlessly shining on her. Gently slipping off her bed, she landed her porcelain feet into a pink, fluffy slippers that lay on her floor. Skipping toward her door, Tiffany flung it open, plopping herself onto the rail of her stairs and sliding down it with mere ease. Once she reached the ground floor, she hopped off the rail and entered the kitchen, where a horrid smell graced her nose.
"Father, what are you making?" she asked, the words rolling off her tongue like pure velvet. An absurdly handsome man poked his head out from the kitchen and frowned at his daughter.
"I was attempting to make a batch of pancakes, but I suppose we'll have to settle for cereal once again," he explained. Tiffany let out a whiny moan and strutted into the kitchen, pushing her father out of the way of the stove.
"I'll make the pancakes," she sighed, gracefully retreiving multiple ingredients from the cabinets.
"You don't want to use the mix?" he father asked, shaking a bottle of pancake mix in front of her. Tiffany pushed it away distastefully.
"No need," she smiled, taking out a bowl and throwing the inredients into it. "Homemade tastes much better." he father shrugged and wandered over to the table where he sat himself down and began to read the newspaper.
"Smells great," he commented after a couple of minutes. Tiffany laughed lightly, her musical chuckle echoing through out the house.
"Silly, thats because they're done." Her father raised his eyebrows as Tiffany dropped several perfectly brown pancakes onto a plate. "Here you go." She smiled as she served him. Turning around, her eyes spotted the clock, which read 7:20. "Oh dear!"
"What?" the older man asked, bread dripping from his open mouth.
"I have to get to school!" she announced, snatching her school belongings from the table and racing out the door. Her heels clacked along the sidewalk rhythmically as she sprinted to her school without breaking a sweat.
Malory High School was an enormous brick building, decorated with perfectly white windows and a lush, green campus. Tiffany ran up to the entrance of her school and ripped open the door.
Tiffany reached her locker in seconds and swiftly entered the combination. She pulled it open, throwing her books into the locker as she got up off the floor. "Tiffany!" she heard somebody call. Tiffany swiveled her head as she shut her locker and smiled at her moderately-attractive friend Brittany.
"Hey, Brittany. What's happening?" she greeted.
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Thank you to Perry, for editing Tiffany and her horrid world!
Okay, I cheated. I wrote most of it in study hall and the rest in homeroom.
So yes. I really have no idea where I'm going with it, and I'm sorry for saying this, but it sucks right now because its raw and not edited. Any ideas for what to happen?
