:FTTT: Attack of the tigers :1:

My POV

     I looked myself over in the mirror, smoothing down the skirt of my dress. I frowned. I really hate the way I look... I hate my freckles, I hate my frame, but I hate my height most of all.
     I sighed and sat down on my bed, pulling on my nylon stockings and I slipped on my black flats. I dusted some dirt off of a pyramid stud. My stomach growled.
     "Ugh... shut up stomach..."I looked in the mirror again, looking at my straightened  hair. It was pin straight., not a single curl or wave. I smiled and mouthed, "Perfect".
     I heard the door open downstairs. "Calico?"
     "Coming Pony!" I swept my brush and straightener through my hair one last time, turned off the straightener and bounded down the stairs. "Hey guys!"