I stared at myself in the mirror, which was something I always did. This was one of the few times if not the only time in the day where I felt proud of my pale
skin. It looked so beautiful, and I loved the way it glowed in the dark. I never needed to be reminded that my smirk was sexy, but looking in the mirror helped enforce it.
The was the time of day to remind him how awesome I really was, no matter what anyone else said. This part of the day was the reason why I was so confidant in myself. I could stare at myself for hours, but believe it or not I have things to do. Like prove to other people how awesome hI was. Oh yeah, I also have a job at a bar. Even thought there was not really anything special about being a bartender, I still thought it was the coolest job ever.
Then I remembered that France was in the hospital. I quickly got ready and drove to the hospital.
Spain and I waited in the waiting room for about two hours until they were finally allowed to see France.