"K, bye. Love you too." As she ends the call, she attempts to place her phone back into the tiny pink purse that hung from her shoulder, only for a firm grip is placed onto her left wrist, dragging her into a dark room.
Just as she goes to scream, t...
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— ☀️ — ✨ 7:10 A.M. ✨
Being brought to an abrupt awaking by her alarm clock, Nyomi hastily makes her way out of bed whilst rubbing her eyes, an annoyed groan leaving her lips.
Making her way into her modernly designed bathroom, she takes a moment to look at herself in the clear mirror. Leaning onto her marble countertop, she observed her features.
Her dark brown hair looked as if she had gotten attacked by a group of tigers the night before, strands of her hands threatening to poke out her beautiful dark eyes, eye bags protruding underneath her round orbs. "I look a mess," She groans.
Heading out of her bathroom, she entered her massive walk-in closet, scanning around for what to wear for school today.
After about 20 minutes of contemplation, she finally decided on a white tank top with a quote written in silver glitter, a pink fur jacket paired with a pink skirt and heels.
Laying her outfit out onto her bed, she gave it a final look before heading back into her bathroom to freshen up for the day.
— 🥞 — ✨ 8:00 A.M. ✨
"Good morning, Sweetheart," Nyomi's mother greeted, placing a quick peck onto her daughter's forehead before scooping up the remainder oatmeal, making an airplane-like noise before feeding it to the toddler seated in a booster at the end of the island table.
"Good morning, mom. Hey, Nyla." Nyomi greeted back with a smile, playfully ruffling her little sister's hair. Opening to the fridge to scan for her favored beverage, her mother spoke. "Soooo, you excited to finally be back in school?"
"Of course not. Just even the thought of being back in that school causes me to feel nauseous." She answered, her eyes finally landing on the orange juice.
"Oh c'mon, I'm sure it's not that bad." Her mother chuckled at her daughter's answer, wiping the specks of oatmeal around Nyla's mouth.
"No, it's pretty bad," Nyomi emphasized, her eyes trained on the clear glass cupped that is rapidly filling with orange juice.
"Good morning to my beautiful ladies," At last, Mr. Jones enters the kitchen, greeting both of his daughters and his wife with a peck to the forehead. "Hey, dad. Quick question—and you can't say no..."
Nyomi begins, eyes placed on her father as he digs into his first meal of the day. "Go on," He groans, mouth filled.
"Can I pleaseeeee skip piano practice today? Me and the girls wanna go shopping after school today." Nyomi pleads, fingers tangled up in a pleading fashion. "No." He responds.
"WHAT! I said you that you can't say no!" She whines.
"Then what was the point of asking?" He questions, eyes still trained on the plate of food before him.
"Mom, please!" She begs.
"Come on, Andre," Mrs. Jones turns to her husband. Taking another moment to think about it, he finally gives in with a grumble. "Fine."
"Mhm, I gotta go. The girls are here," Drinking her last bit of orange juice, she rapidly stuffs her needed items into her Chanel purse, quickly places goodbye kisses onto both of her parents' cheeks, and hugging her little sister goodbye.
"Goodbye, Honey!"
"Have fun!"
"And be nice!" Mrs. Jones reminds as Nyomi makes out way out of the door. "I'll try!" She shouts back, causing both of the parents to chuckle, retrieving back to their prior activities.
"Our little girl is growing up."
— 📚 — ✨ 11:40 A.M. ✨
"Oh my gosh, have you guys seen the new kid?" Shayla gasps.
"OMG! You're talking about the Asian one, aren't you?" Aaliyah gasps as well.
"Yes! Oh my gosh! He is sooo hot!" Both Shayla and Aaliyah squeal at the topic of the male.
Both Nyomi and Yasmin turn to each other, confusion written all over their faces. Noticing the looks that the girls shared, Aaliyah groans.
"Don't tell me you guys haven't heard."
The duo remains silent, confusion still clear.
"His name is Jungkook. He's tall, Asian, brown long hair..."
"I can name about 25 guys that go here with that same exact description," Nyomi smartly replies.
"Ouu, and he's got these big, pretty, doe eyes that are just...!" Shayla quickly adds in, dramatically leaning back in her seat and closing her eyes while describing the details of the male.
"Mhmm...nope. Still confused." Yasmin and Nyomi retort at the same time, causing Shayla and Aaliyah to groan in annoyance.
*Ring!*
Just in time, the school bell rings, indicating all students should make their way down to the cafeteria for lunch.
The girls retrieve their purses from their laps, throwing them over their shoulders.
"I'll catch up with you guys later, I have to go discuss something with Mrs. Jacobs," Nyomi notifies as she heads the opposite way, in the direction of Mrs. Jacob's office. Her friends nod in agreement.
Not paying attention to her surroundings, she feels herself slam into a hard figure. Brought aback, Nyomi peers up at the individual with confusion very clear in her eyes.
