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"Belinda mi pincessa," Belinda could faintly hear as she stirred awake. She was never that much of a morning person, at least not without coffee. Her dad, dramatic as usual, swung the door open. "Mi princessa how long will you sleep?" He said, gently pulling her covers off. She sighed "Hi Papa," She said kissing his cheek before sliding out of bed. She yawned stretching out her body. "C'mon princesssa," he said as he rose from her bed and walked out of her room. She sighed and walked over to her shower. 

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Belinda decided to wear a fit and flare shift dress. It hugged her top but was loose everywhere else. It was a bit short resting on her upper thigh's but she had long legs so technically it wasn't her fault. She paired it with thigh high black socks and her favorite beige platform boots. She added she accessories before walking over to her full length mirror. "You look perfect."She told herself doing a quick spin. 

She ended up wearing her hair down, as usual, but Jessica Rabbit style with a deep part. She matched the pin up hair with pin up makeup. Red lips and winged black eyeliner. She glanced at her bedroom before sighing and leaving.

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She lived about an hour away from the school and since her father had her car, a vintage light blue convertible, towed to the school a week before, she was driven in a limo. Don't get it twisted she loved making a grade entrance but this was a bit much. But her dad was always all "Princessa keep a low profile," or "Princessa let's take the back to avoid paparazzi, "pardon her french but in her mind fuck the paparazzi. she was fabulous. 

An hour later, and three Starbucks stops later, she was pulling up in front of the school. She, along with the people her father paid to unpack the rest of her dorm headed inside. She decided to ignore the curious gazes or the jealous glares. 

She breazed through the suite straight to  her bedroom It was already petty much decorated it just needed pictures. And she had alot of pictures. She also added a few extra touches. She sighed as the movers left. Plopping on her bed, her soft comfy bed. "No, no no no get up right now," She commanded herself. She checked her outfit in the mirror again before heading out. 

Once she got to out the suite she realized she didn't know what to do. She pulled out her phone. It was time to stop avoiding this problem. 

She sighed and tucked an imaginary strand of stray hair (Habit) behind her ear. She smiled the next time she opened up a new message.