I opened my eyes, there wasn’t much to see, it was dark, and the only light was a thin ray of sunlight peeking through the covered windows. I blinked away the sleep from my eyes and swung my legs over the bed, standing up. I sighed, watching the white puff leave my lips and disappear into the cool, dark air. Today was like any other day, cold and misty. Though, strangely it was warmer today.... which was not normal in Koreka. Koreka is where I live. It’s located on an island just under the North Pole by Greenland. The record high is only 45 degrees F. It’s a cold, chilling place, but we are use to such cold temperatures. I pulled my wool blanket onto my shoulders and brought it up around my waist so it wouldn’t drag. I walked blindly in the dark, tripping over a few things every now an then. I made my way to the wall, feeling around for the light switch. I went to turn it on, but stopped myself. I was not alone, but the only one up. I’m an orphaned 14 year old who bunks in one large room with several others in a small log cabin. I looked around, and then slid against the wall with light steps until I found the door knob to the bathroom. I opened it and slid in, gently closing the door behind me. I flicked on the light. Other then being a 14 year old orphan, I was a freckled faced ginger haired girl.
I wasn’t anything close to 'Perfect'. I had braces, an almost flat nose, though i'm not Asian or European, and stood at 5'2, with skin so pail I looked like a ghost. I first started to fix my fairly neat, but still messy like a ball of yarn hair. The bathroom around me felt tight, walking in, the wooden sink stood to the left, with a dusty and small, rounded mirror hanging over it. The door you faced was to the toilet, and to the right was the shower. Purple see-threw curtains hung off to the side, the shower was marble with a rusted showerhead and thin string to activate the water. I dug my feet into the soft, purple-blue fuzz rug on the floor. I then looked through the crap under the sink for my hair brush. Everything was labeled. Labeled with the name of someone in the cabin, marking that idem theirs. Soaps, Brushes, razors, lotions. EVERYTHING!!! I pulled everything out, and then grunted with anger as my brush was not among them. Shoving everything with no care, I opened the drawers on the wall. Make up. That stupid shiz my cabin mates put on their faces. I rolled my eyes as a found Roxies 90$ 'Ms.Perfect' Make-up set taking up a whole cabinet. Roxie was my bunk partner who was perfect in every way I wasn’t. She had long, dove-soft charcoal hair, while I had wavy ginger curls. She was a curvy 16 years old; I was a twig thin 14 years old. She had beautiful night black eyes, I had dull sapphire blue. Her face was smooth and dark, mine was pail and freckled. Although, in attitude, I was a whole lot better. I noticed the label on the front of the cabinet. THIS WAS MINE! WITH HER STUPID MAKE-UP CRAP IN IT!!!! I pulled it out and put it on the floor, opening the box and untwisting, uncapping and opening each piece of lip stick, blush, eye shadow, eye liner and perfume. With an evil grin I placed it in the shower and pulled the cord to start the water. I snickered, but then jumped as a loud pounding sound sounded on the door.
"HEY LAMEICITY!!! HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU IN THERE??" I let go of the cord and grabbed the 'Ms.Perfect' make-up set and shoved it back in the cabinet and opened the door and smacked into Auburn. Ok, let’s get one thing straight, my name is Felicity. I stared up at the tall, Auburn haired girl, her pool blue eyes narrowed at me. "Well, how long?" she snappped, then just shoved me away and slammed the door behind her as she walked into the bathroom. I shrugged her off and walked back to my bunk. By now most of the girls were up, all but Roxie. She was snoring like a lion and sleeping in her own drool like a basset hound. I snickered and sat down on the bed, then lied on my side, cuddling into my wool blanket and into the feather filled mattress.