Post by gagaohlala on May 10, 2011 11:01:25 GMT -5
Yes, she was indeed out of time and all she had was four minutes to get to class after waking up.
To say the Monegasque girl was not exactly a morning person was a severe understatement. Her room mate, with good intentions, added a few minutes to her alarm clock time in hopes that the extra time would leave Charlotte in less of a warpath-type mood when she awoke. She could not have been more wrong.
As a nit-picky type person, the blonde girl had exact calculations as to how much time she needed in the morning to gently awake, become suitable for human eyes to see and prepare her things for the day. Messing with her precise schedule was playing with fire and, to say the least, the room mate in question was definitely going to get burned in the future. By burned, Charlotte of course meant 'have her toothpaste replaced with wart-remover'.
Walking quickly through the halls {because a lady never runs}, she attempted to simultaneously curl her hair via battery operated hair care device and fix her dark tights. She was late...late. Late for a very important da-, who was she fooling? School was not exactly her highest priority, despite appearing like a young honor student. It was no fun.
Bursting into a classroom where a teacher was mid-lecture, she seated herself, very well aware of all the eyes in the classroom going to the disturbance: her.
"...Well, carry on." She waved her hand dismissively at the teacher who, due to shock, actually listened to her.
Of course, she didn't bother her that she was late. Okay, it bothered her a fraction of a smidge, but nothing more than that, honest. Setting the portable curling iron away in her bag, hoping said bag was fire retardant, she smoothed her skirts and settled down. By some miracle, class had resumed as normal as Charlotte got out her sparkling pink notebook and fountain pen.
To say the Monegasque girl was not exactly a morning person was a severe understatement. Her room mate, with good intentions, added a few minutes to her alarm clock time in hopes that the extra time would leave Charlotte in less of a warpath-type mood when she awoke. She could not have been more wrong.
As a nit-picky type person, the blonde girl had exact calculations as to how much time she needed in the morning to gently awake, become suitable for human eyes to see and prepare her things for the day. Messing with her precise schedule was playing with fire and, to say the least, the room mate in question was definitely going to get burned in the future. By burned, Charlotte of course meant 'have her toothpaste replaced with wart-remover'.
Walking quickly through the halls {because a lady never runs}, she attempted to simultaneously curl her hair via battery operated hair care device and fix her dark tights. She was late...late. Late for a very important da-, who was she fooling? School was not exactly her highest priority, despite appearing like a young honor student. It was no fun.
Bursting into a classroom where a teacher was mid-lecture, she seated herself, very well aware of all the eyes in the classroom going to the disturbance: her.
"...Well, carry on." She waved her hand dismissively at the teacher who, due to shock, actually listened to her.
Of course, she didn't bother her that she was late. Okay, it bothered her a fraction of a smidge, but nothing more than that, honest. Setting the portable curling iron away in her bag, hoping said bag was fire retardant, she smoothed her skirts and settled down. By some miracle, class had resumed as normal as Charlotte got out her sparkling pink notebook and fountain pen.