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</div><br/><br/><br/>Roxanna groans as her alarm clock buzzed, smacking the device off of her nightstand. With a small huff, she buries her face into her bed and groans, long and loud. Her thick eyelashes lifted, copper orbs squinting a bit due to the sunshine slipping through her sheer curtains. She sits up, pushing her body up with her small arms. She smacks her lips together briefly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "I hate mornings," she grunts, taking her nude form to the bathroom to quickly shower. Roxanna was the eldest biological daughter, basically being a reincarnate of her mother. Her younger sister was more like their father. She stuck her tongue out briefly. As she showered, her side of the house began to smell of lavender and strawberries, as it did every morning due to her shampoo and conditioner. She steps out, a white towel wrapped around her chest as she padded over to her walk-in closet. She sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, deciding what to wear.<br/><br/>The majority of her closet was sweaters, tights, skinny jeans, and graphic tees. She finally settled for a pair of white tights and a baby blue sweater that went to her midthigh. She dropped the towel, sliding a pair of white panties up her legs, bows for each of her hips. She slipped on a matching bra, encasing her c-cup breasts. She doesn't put the clothes on, trudging to the bathroom to blow dry her hair, the light brown locks hanging just past her ribs when straight, as they were now. She finally dresses herself, pulling on a pair of light blue flats to match, medium sized bows on those. She sits at her vanity in her bathroom, putting on the small amount of make up as she always did, her eyes naturally gorgeous, but in need of a small amount of eyeliner and mascara. She ha natural porcelain skin, as well as her almost permanent amount of blush. She was as cute as a button, as most called her.<br/><br/>Her sister was coming home today, Roxanna couldn't wait. She shoves a white bow in her hair, a blue star at its center. She turns around in front of her mirror, examining how cute she looked. She adds a dab of lipgloss, her mouth minty fresh from an earlier brushing. She leaves her room, locking her door behind her. She skips down the flights of stairs, entering the kitchen. At the sight of breakfast made, she looks around, snatching a strawberry and popping it in her mouth with a small, triumphant 'ha.'