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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ᴍᴏɴᴅᴀʏ 8:15ᴀᴍ
⸦⸧𝐘𝐎𝐔 woke up to the morning sunlight welcoming itself to your room, strewn brightly against the naked bed sheets and thick comforter. As you rubbed the drowsiness from the corners of each eye, you found it instinctive to look for your phone. Slipping it from the nightstand, you squinted at it's brightness to check the time of day.
"Shit." Jolting from the forgotten comfort of your warm blankets, you practically broke into a sprint to go get ready for class. Among your brains' frazzled realizations, you multi tasked and dialed Nia's number.
"MISS GIRL, WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP???" You scolded as soon as you heard a faint "hello" from the other end.
"DON'T YELL AT ME!" she replied, just as loud and much more defensive. "And I did wake you up, your stubborn ass just didn't listen. Don't try to blame me for your hardheaded tendencies!" She added with a laugh.
"Whatever, can you just tell Mr. Aizawa I'm gonna be a little late?"
"Imagine being late on the first day of class." She responded, laughing as if she were a professional comedian. If that were the case, you must've been a helluva tough crowd.
"Shut up for I don't give you my notes later." You said, knowing her weaknesses all to well. Then, hanging up the phone so suddenly in her face, you set it down on the sink and took a deep breath. Somehow believing you could use this exchange of oxygen and carbon as a way to asses what you needed to do first.
It was a fact that you and Nia have been best friends since you were little, the third grade to be exact. It was on a random day at recess, the monkey bars of course- and you'd never noticed her until that day. How your conversation peaked was a blur, but you still remembered her pretty, blue barrettes and how you asked about them. Maybe that was what started it all? If so, god bless Nia's mother for styling her hair with those cerulean shaded clips; otherwise, who know's what kind of friend you may have wound up with?
It didn't take long for the two of you to hit it off since you were both so young. Oh, to have no realistic social standards yet must've been so easy and peaceful. You both shared the same interests of Barbie and disinterests of fractions, which was all it took to instantly want to be her friend. Ever since then, you've been absolutely inseparable.
