Snippet #1815511

Cleo rolled in her sleep contently- that is until she fell off the bed with a light thud. With an annoyed little growl, she sat up and steretched. Her warm brown hair lit up with golden highlights as light poured into her room. Sluggishly she changed then sat down in front of her mirror, she brushed out her chocolate brown hair before getting up and leaving.

It was much too soon when Cleo found herself at the rehab centre. With an annoyed little groan, she entered just in time to see Zola walk down the hall. Too lazy to bother trying to catch up, she quietly walked down the hall just far enough away that the redhead didnt notice her. When she came into the room with the others, she linged in the doorway for a moment, a flirty tilt to her hips as she looked over the group. "Morning." She greeted after a moment, a slight English accent playing on her words. Cleo sat down between Ian and Zola, and leaned back in her chair.

Cleo didnt intend to say much more then 'morning'. Like everyone else here, she wasnt big on sharing her problems. So some bad things happened to her- that was her problem. Nobody else's. She wasnt very bitter or dark, but she wasnt a big ray of sunshine. Usually she seemed confident and firty, but she did not like people poking around her past.