My Final Week
You have 7 days to get ready for the finals.
Chapter 1
by katran
[Day 1]
"Shit! I should have studied more."
Always the same problem, I start studying at the last moment, and then I'm barely able to finish studying the night before the exam. I don't know why I do that.
As I try to convince myself of changing my studying habits I slowly get out of my comfortable bed.
In the end, its the same every year, I procrastinate every single day until a week before finals, and then I have i have to cram in order to pass.
So far i have never failed a test, but honestly I'm sick of it.
Pip...Pip...Pip...Pip
My alarm sounds telling me its time to get ready, get changed, have breakfast and go to school.
I walk towards my closet, I open it and retrieve my school uniform, I hold it in my hands as I walk back to my bed to get changed.
I suddenly stop in front of the mirror to watch my reflection...
"Eighteen years... and I still look like a child..."
In front of me the mirror shows a small girl with long blonde hair that goes all the way down almost to her waist, her soft blue eyes gave her a gentle look, and along with her small smile she looked like an innocent girl. Her skin is white and pale, she is about 5'2 tall, and skinny.
Whether I like it or not it doesn't matter, this is me.
And like most girls my age I'm uncomfortable with my body.
"I wish i had something more to show off"
I say as i turn my body ninety degrees left as i keep my view on the mirror.
I proceed to lift my hands towards my bra to measure my breasts.
"32b... In two years they haven't grown a bit."
I started thinking in changing my diet a few days ago, on the net there was an article about how drinking more milk and vegetables increased you cup size.
I really doubted it could work, but then again, i had nothing to lose.
Suddenly my morning storm of ideas got cut by my mom's voice calling me for breakfast.
"Danielle!!" I hear from downstairs.
"I'm going!!" I reply back as i lay my uniform on my bed and start getting dressed.
Ninety seconds later I admire my transformation on the mirror.
The girl standing in front of me is the same as always, but now she is wearing a pair of brown shoes, the usual white knee high socks that most schools **** us to use, a red (and shorter than allowed) Scottish skirt, a black blazer and underneath it a white shirt.... And obviously my underwear under all that.
Whats next?
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