'We hope you enjoy your stay
It's good to have you with us
Even if it's just for the day
We hope you enjoy your stay
Outside the sun is shining
It seems like heaven ain't far away
It's good to have you with us
Even if it's just for the day'
It's good to have you with us
Even if it's just for the day
We hope you enjoy your stay
Outside the sun is shining
It seems like heaven ain't far away
It's good to have you with us
Even if it's just for the day'
Indigo couldn't be more relieved she'd chosen such a relaxing song for her alarm, not that it didn't irritate her, of course it still did, but the slow tempo made for a nicer waking up and generally put Indigo in a better mood, especially after that 'I bet that you look good on the dance floor' (Arctic Monkeys) fiasco.
As Indi dragged a dainty hand through her fluffy hair, she let out a little yawn - Peering over at her maybe-sleeping-maybe-not roommate. Hopefully she hadn't woken Natalie up.
Picking out of the closet, the nearest, clean clothes she could find, Indigo carries them into the bathroom in which she begins her usual morning routine.
If there's one thing that Indigo despises about stepping into the shower, is the fact that she has to actually look at herself, see the bulging fat hanging off her, all the weight she is still needing to lose and yet can't seem to shift. How she hates her grotesquely bloated, fat body - Therefore, she shan't eat, it's the only proper way to get rid of the flab, fast. Diets don't work. Diets are bad. After being without much food for so long, Indigo could hardly even stand the stench of it by now, which pleased her; this made sure she would not relapse into her old, greedy, food guzzling ways.
Once showered, dressed and ready, Indi walks back to her & Natalie's dorm room, rummaging around her various bags in hopes of finding the illusive, orange iPod nano - Which seems to come and go as it pleases.
Finally (after a long period of time of throwing things out of her bag), Indi grasps the cool metallic surface of the music player.
Sighing, Indi notices the heavily tangled earphones and quickly begins to loosen the knot, what was the point in having the damn iPod if it wouldn't even let her use it.
Shoving the buds in her ears, Indigo lets herself be overtaken by Brandon Flowers' electric voice, pushing away the thoughts of her hideous body and soothing her mind.
Indigo then walks out of the room, sure she could barely stand to be in the cafeteria, but if people started to notice her absence, it would be pretty simple to put two and two together; then they'd spoil her plans and make her get even huger, force feeding her possibly.
As Indi made her slow way to the dining-hall, she let her mind drift to the mysterious play which was to be unveiled today, wondering what it could be and whether she should try out.
Making a memo to check after 'breakfast', Indi Pushed the dining-hall door open, immediately being overcome with a stench so disgusting Indigo felt like she was about the vomit, although it would probably be something more like bile - Seeing as there was nothing in her stomach to throw up.
Although she may feel this horrible on the inside, the friendly smile plastered on her face did not waver and give away her true feelings.
Grabbing a blueberry muffin (which she would be throwing away very soon) and a small glass of apple juice, Indigo makes her way over to a large table, noticing that the place was pretty deserted, save a few people whom Indigo watched with inner disgust as they consumed bacon and eggs, waffles or toast, how vile.