Post by Kenzie on Apr 17, 2014 15:48:04 GMT -5
It was 11:30 in the morning and Shyanne Voll was already awake. She was in her new room, which she’d just moved into the other night. Her previous house mates had all been smelly and drab, so Shyanne had made a huge scene with her parents about getting her into a different house. Now she was in one with a much better view. She’d not met her new housemates, but she was sure they’d be great. She wanted to get into Chastity’s house, but unfortunately that one was already filled.
Oh well. Shyanne was sure they’d be compliant. They had to be, after all, because this was Shyanne’s house now. She wouldn’t deal with any idiots.
Shyanne was dressed in a light pink dress with embroidered white sleeves, a pair of pink flats on her feet. She was in her room which was decked out in pink. Her bed sheets were a mix of pale pink and beige, her curtains were a decorative white color, and her rugs littering the floor were all various shades of pink. A full length mirror stood directly to the left of Shyanne’s bed, and she was currently staring into the mirror, rehearsing for the musical production of High School Musical being put on in town that she’d been invited to participate in. Of course she got the part of Sharpay, her favorite character, and had an iHome on her dresser, playing the instrumental to I Want it All that she was singing to. She was dancing as well—going over what of the choreography she could manage in the space of her room.
“Don’t you want it all! You want it, you know that you want it,” She sang, throwing her hands in the air as she hit the notes, doing a quick spin that made her dress flutter out, “You gotta have your star on the— no! That’s not the lyric!”
Shyanne stopped her dancing and singing, turning towards the printed out copy of lyrics sitting on her thick bed, amongst countless stuffed animals. “You gotta have your star on the door. Oh, I was right. Duuuh. Where’s my confidence?”
Shyanne cleared her throat, but then stared at herself in the mirror and decided that she was thirsty. Shyanne never bothered to keep a fridge in her own room, and just used the one in the house kitchen. Shyanne exited her room, humming the song, as she opened the fridge and snagged a flavored water. She was oblivious to anyone who could have been in the house aside from her.
