1 Caroline

The alarm blared at 7:00. The biggest nightmare of every student. She tried to ignore it, but after a short five minutes, a knock on the door woke her.

'Darling, it's 7:05. Get up, you'll be late for school.'

Caroline rolled her eyes and covered her face with the pink duvet strewn with fluffy clouds.

Although her age already suggested that she would not be interested in pink and girlie stuff, she didn't care much and continued to stick to the pink interior of her room.

'Breakfast is ready and is waiting for you downstairs in the kitchen. Chocolate waffles - your favourite.'

Her mum had that warmth in her voice. The one that made you feel at home. Even her friends felt that way when they stayed. But at that very moment, she wanted that voice to just stop, so she can enjoy at least another five minutes of sleep.

Mondays were the thing Caroline hated the most, and even her favourite waffles couldn't change that.

'Are you up now, darling?'She knocked on the door again. 'Hello?' She insisted to the last. She knew her daughter well enough to know that if she leave her now, it wouldn't be just five extra minutes. 'Can I come in?'

God, she wont give up, will she?

'Yes mom. I'm coming. Please just don't be so loud early in the morning.' She mumbled annoyed.

She reluctantly got out of bed and rubbed her eyes. She stretched her arms over her head and leaned them back as much as she could. Then she turned her waist left and right. There was a slight crack. She kept doing this until she wasn't able to hear the cracking any more.

She got up and leaned forward slowly, touching the tip of her toes and holding for a few seconds. Something she did every morning after she woke up - she stretched. To wake both - her mind and her body. She then slipped on her soft pink fluffy slippers, put on her warm robe, which was pink again. Of course. (It was a gift from her mum for her eighteenth birthday). Then, she grabbed her long blond hair in a ponytail, and went to the bathroom. She had to use at least two hair bands to keep the thick hair in place without it falling down after ten minutes. She had inherited her hair from her father.

She went to the bathroom and used the toilet first. After she flushed it, got to the sink and brushed her teeth and sprinkled her face with lukewarm, almost cold water, which gave her goosebumps. She shivered and dried her face with a cotton towel and staggered down the stairs. The second step creaked under her feet.

'Good morning, Dad.' She smiled. Her eyes still slightly swollen.

'Good morning honey. Did you sleep well?'

Her father had a thick voice and always spoke in such a tone that it made you feel important. Special. From the first day he saw her, she was his princess and he did his best to make her feel special every single day.

Caroline's frowny face immediately turned into a wide, contented smile. He was able to make her smile whenever she was feeling a bit down, but at the same time he was strict when it came to parenting. He made sure the young lady knows what was right and what wasn't. As a perfect father, he managed to balance these two contrasting relationships with his daughter.

'I went to bed quite late.' She started explaining. 'I had this project, which I had to finish. For my history class.' She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

The family gathered around the table for breakfast. Warm, crisp waffles and freshly squeezed orange juice. Caroline's mum, Rebecca, was an extremely precise housewife. She always made sure they have everything they need. Always put them first. She would give everything for them, even if that meant she will need to deprive herself. And she did it with such pure love that you could see it written on her face from miles away.

Their kitchen had a modern look. Round table with four white oak chairs around it. Soft cushions on each of them in platinum gray. White tablecloth with floral motifs hung from the table.

Caroline finished her breakfast and headed upstairs. Her room also with cutting-edge furniture and accessories. In the middle of it was placed a huge bedroom, with a dozen fluffy, decorative cushions. In the left corner - a modern armchair, in which she usually sat to read a good book or just to admire the view and relax after a busy day or after exhausting study session. Opposite the huge bedroom stood the desk, cluttered with piles of textbooks, notebooks, and other sources of information. You could see her highlighted words, phrases or even entire paragraphs. Yellow. Green. Blue. Pink.

Next to it was her wardrobe with sliding doors. It contained clothes of all styles - from sweatshirts and sneakers, selected in a set with backpacks in several colours, to elegant dresses with high heels, again with varying colours arranged on several shelves. Next to them were her small handbags. She grabbed a pair of white ripped jeans and a black T-shirt with an inscription and quickly slipped into them, hanging the fluffy robe on the hanger by the bathroom door.

She stood in front of the mirror and combed her long blonde hair. Then she began to put on her make-up. She didn't like using too much of it. Especially when preparing for school. She put on a thin eyeliner, some mascara, and pink lipstick. The color of my lips would blend with the color of my skin and will look like a..corpse. She used to say to her mum in respond to 'Why are you even using any make up? You are beautiful the way you are.'

She put on her leather jacket and black sneakers. Grabbed the backpack she had prepared the night before and headed for school.