Chapter 1-First Glance

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I woke up that morning realizing I left my hair braided back all night. I walked out of my room only to be faced with my sister, Amber.

"You left your hair up last night!?! It'll look awful."

"I know, I know. I guess I'll pull it up into a ponytail."

"Or... I could straighten it."

"No!" She always tried to get me to straighten my hair.

"Fine, I won't touch your hair, just do something with it?"

"Okay, sure."

As soon as I pulled it out of the braid it was a mess of curls. Brushing it was what made it a poofy mess, guess I'll just have a super bushy ponytail.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and my white "LeviOsah" T-shirt. It was super soft and tended to comfort me. Then I slipped on my converses. Finally I put on my heart necklace, you could flip it to say single, taken, or complicated. I absolutely loved it.

It had no special value, I bought it myself. It was currently on single.

I went into the kitchen to find two pieces of toast on the counter, thanks mom.

"Hey sweetie, ready for your drivers test?"

"Yeah, I guess. Oh, thanks for the toast!"

"Sure thing."

I grabbed my keys off the counter and we got in the car.

I asked my mom to come with me. Just because I was now seventeen doesn't mean I don't get nervous or need my mom for comfort.

I started to twirl my necklace between my fingers. I tended to do that whenever I'm nervous.

"Darling, please keep both hands on the steering wheel."

"Oh, sorry." I immediately dropped my grip on the necklace and stationed my hands back on the wheel.

When we arrived I was just as nervous as ever.

My drivers teacher, inspector guy walked in. "Are you ready Stephanie."

"I guess."

"Okay, right this way."

I nodded and took a quick glance over my shoulder at my mother just when someone walked through the door.

He looked amazing. His light brown hair in one of those one-spiked styles. He sent me one of the brightest smiles I've ever seen. Then sat right next to my mother, starting a conversation with her.

He was all I thought about during the test.

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