Letting out a groan Leigh pulled the sheet over her head. It was nearly noon and she had no intention to get out of bed. It was Saturday and last night she had gone to a party and she didn't sneak back into the house until about six that morning. She did have a few drinks even though she was only sixteen. She groaned softly as her head throbbed, she woke up because the sun shone in her eyes and made her head throb even more.
Turning over the sheet that was covering her legs slid to the side and showed off her long legs. She was rather fit, running track and swimming a lot tended to that. She had a flat stomach and chocolate brown hair that hung to her shoulders. She was rather pretty, not having much trouble with finding guys, it was just trying to find a guy that didn't want to just bang her.
Her bright amber eyes glared at the window that was letting in the light, "Damnit," she growled. She closed her eyes tightly and let another groan leave her full pink lips. She had on the black skirt that she was wearing last night that was on her upper thighs, close to being too short. Her crimson red tank top now had wrinkles in it. Her shoes that had a two inch heal and the body of it came up to her knee, other than that there were just papers and some other bits of clothes laying around her room, she didn't pick it up like she was supposed to the other night.
She rolled once again and looked at her clock, it was five after noon, sighing she pulled the sheet over her head.
Turning over the sheet that was covering her legs slid to the side and showed off her long legs. She was rather fit, running track and swimming a lot tended to that. She had a flat stomach and chocolate brown hair that hung to her shoulders. She was rather pretty, not having much trouble with finding guys, it was just trying to find a guy that didn't want to just bang her.
Her bright amber eyes glared at the window that was letting in the light, "Damnit," she growled. She closed her eyes tightly and let another groan leave her full pink lips. She had on the black skirt that she was wearing last night that was on her upper thighs, close to being too short. Her crimson red tank top now had wrinkles in it. Her shoes that had a two inch heal and the body of it came up to her knee, other than that there were just papers and some other bits of clothes laying around her room, she didn't pick it up like she was supposed to the other night.
She rolled once again and looked at her clock, it was five after noon, sighing she pulled the sheet over her head.