Lacie Summers woke up to the sun pouring through her window. The curtains weren't much protection against it, as they were made of white lace. She groaned and turned over, quickly looking at her alarm clock. It was six in the morning, she had two hours before school. She needed to get up and get ready. Sighing loudly, she sat on the side of her bed, rubbing her eyes. Her blonde hair fell in waves around her face, making her blue eyes stand out more against the paleness of her skin and hair. "Maria! Get my shower ready!" She called out, and a Maid quickly came into her room, then to the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on made Lacie get up. "Maria, get me my robe, slippers, and my hair towel. Lay them on the counter, and don't forget to bring my special cotton candy bath soap and perfume." She dismissed the maid with a wave of her hand, and she pulled off her satin nighty, followed by her panties. The shower was hot, and soon the maid was back with her wash. "Here you are, Ma'am." She said quietly, handing the wash to her through the curtain. "Yeah, go away now, I'm like, showering?" Lacie said, snatching the wash from the maid. The maid scurried away, and Lacie took her shower. She took extra care to wash her hair with the matching shampoo and conditioners, then apply a special conditioner so her hair would stay soft. She scrubbed her body to get rid of any dead skin, washed her face with acne cream, and shaved. Once she was happy with her results, she turned off the shower, got out, and dried off. By now it was Seven, so she had to hurry. "Damn.." She muttered as she looked through her closet. "Nothing to wear." Sighing, she picked out a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a off the shoulder black shirt with a picture of Marilyn Monroe on it, and a pink, sparkly tank top for under it. Her bra and panties matched- pink silk with black lace. The shoes were a pair of bright pink leather platforms that zipped up. Satisfied with her outfit, Lacie went to do her makeup and hair. Her makeup had to be applied perfectly, and she was the only one who could do it, besides a profesional. Powder, foundation, more powder, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lip gloss, mascara. She also had to curl her lashes and then put a pair of earnings in. Her hair was straightened, ratted out, poofed in the back, then straightened in the areas it was down again. By the time she did all this, it was time to leave. "Bye Mama!" She called out as she left, slamming the door. Her purse slung over her arm, a pink Channel, her iphone in one hand, keys in the other, she was ready to leave. Her car was a Black Mercedes. Once inside, the radio blared some new song, and Lacie made her way to the Starbucks nearby. She ordered a skim milk, no whip cream vanilla iced latte, and drove to school. Lacie slipped into her seat just as the bell rang, and took off her white sunglasses, applying another layer of lip gloss as the teacher walked in the room.