Blaire woke up and stretched. She got out of bed and went to her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, picking out every one of her imperfections. She frowned and turned on the faucet, splashing warm water in her face. She examined her long healed scars on her arms. Turning to the large, deep bathtub, Blaire turned on the water and put her feet in. She took her hair out of the pony tail she had put up before she washed her face, her long silky brown hair fell around and below her shoulders. Her fingers ran through the softness pushing most of it to one side, her bangs falling in front of her right eye.