"Ahh... this is what I call by comfort!" I said to myself cuddling further onto the sofa. I am surrounded by my top favorite snacks, wearing my oversized sweats, blanketed by a huge duvet and am about to watch my favorite movies.
The boys went after Carter handed me my snacks for tonight. And when I entered home, mom and dad left me a note saying they left the city for work, which was a bonus, I can stay all night watching movies and eating my precious food.
I wish Jenny and Harris would be here. It would be more fun.
But I can suit myself. Tonight will be a great; comfy and overall an awesome night with me, myself and I.
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My neck. Oh fuck, my neck.
When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. The TV was still on, and wrappers were everywhere. Thank goodness I'm alone, or mom would've hanged me for this mess.
I sat up and rubbing my sore neck, I reached for my phone, which is on the floor. I touched the screen, and instantly,, the light blinded me for a moment. The brightness... agh... my eyes.
I adjusted the brightness and looked at the time, it was half past four in the fucking morning. At least I drifted off and got some sleep, because knowing me, I love staying the whole night and then be a sleepy mess for the rest of the day. It might seem weird but trust me, I am not a morning person. I decided to go to the bathroom and just start my morning routine now, taking my time, because I'm pretty sure sleep won't take me anytime soon.
I turned on the heater of the water, filling it in the tub. I would really go for a bubbly bath with yellow ducks and a very fine drink, which is.... mango juice!
I went to my closet to choose and lay down the clothes I would wear for today. I chose a black crop top with gray jeans and my signature black leather jacket, and sneakers. Then I went straight to my lovely bath that is waiting for me.
After I got done relaxing and mediating a bit, I dressed adding my tyical makeup and now I am at the kitchen, not knowing what the hell to eat.
I opened the fridge and looked inside it, there was a carton of milk, one egg, and a half stick of butter. Well, time for pancakes.
I went to the cupboard to take out a bowl, stirrer, and a plate. I mixed in everything, but when I opened the carton of milk and about to pour the content1,
"Ew..." I gagged. It smells so bad, it's expired.
What in the fuck....
I threw the carton of milk away and sat on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Now, I wasted the last egg I had, there isn't much in the fridge to be cooked fast, and I'm starving. Why??
I hopped off the island and went to my room to grab my phone and backpack, and decided to head to the new coffee shop around the neighborhood.
I admit, I really don't like to go to new places before reviewing stuff about it. But right now, I'm forced to unless I want a growling concert in the middle of my class.
When I just opened the front door and walked to the garage, I remembered, my only transport who was my mom isn't here. I want to scream my lungs out, but I know it will not bring any good. Okay, now I have two options, either forgetting about the food and walk - no, run like crazy - straight to school, or-
A loud honk of a car erupted from the sidewalk, that most probably woke up the whole neighborhood, very rude. The fence and the bushes of the front yard weren't allowing me to see who it was, so I turned all around from the garage to the fence door.
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