Breakfast jitters

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"BAILEY!!!". My mom calls " " what?! " I answer in an attitude hoping she'd eventually give up. " come down here, breakfast is ready" .
"I'm not hungry, my sleep is needed"
" NOW , Bailey Rose!!" She angrily insist
"FINE"
"Wash your hands"
Getting up i yawn and stretch looking in my mirror, half my hair looks like a nest and the other is stuck to the side of my face like tape against my cheek , still half asleep I waddle into my bathroom, the shade of lavender ( I hate lavender) which my lovely mom picked out especially for me. I wash my hand put my hair up and grumpily walk down stairs. The aroma of bacon, coffee and blueberry pancakes fills my nose. My mom cheerfully comes out of the kitchen. Instantly flooding me with questions
"What do you want to eat?, how'd you sleep ? , did you make your bed? "
I take it all in and with a breath I reply
" I'll serve myself , I slept okay , and no"
She begins to reply when my dad calls from the living room
"Good morning Bailey , Amy called , call her back "
(Amy is my best friend)
"Thanks dad I'll do that"
I quickly remember Austin I reach in my robe Nd find the number I get a nautilus feeling and hide it away once more. I eat my pancake and wash the dishes.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 01, 2015 ⏰

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