He's the infamous new guy who of course has all the girls, and guys drooling over him.
His name... Flynn Dawson, the mysterious new student who only has his eyes set on person: Willow Skyes, a humorous, quick witted girl who also happens to be the...
Why is it that apple alarms sound so unsettling? Like why can't there be an alarm that sounds like ocean waves, or rain pattering against a window.
I yawned, stretching my legs, and arms simultaneously, probably looking like a starfish as I did so. Sadly I would soon have to part ways with my super warm and cozy bed, because today was the first day of senior year. I soon hear a knock on my door.
"Come in," I say, rubbing my eyes.
"How's my favourite daughter doing," asks my papa, taking a seat beside me.
"I'm alright. Just tired." I respond.
"Then why don't you sleep some more?"
"Because papa, I have school today."
"What? School is today! Why didn't anyone tell me! I would have made you all breakfast," he whines.
"It's alright. I'll just have toast today," I say, giving him a hug.
"But that's no way to start off your morning," he says.
"Papa?"
"Yes?"
"It's fine," I laugh.
My papa is the best dad in the whole wide world. He always makes sure everyone in our family is feeling their best, and if not, he is with us every step of the way until we are able to pick ourselves back up again.
Same with mama, but I do have to say that she is way stricter than papa. While he lets things slide, mama does not. She wants us to work for things, and understand that things aren't going to be handed to you on a silver platter.
I'm thankful that she teaches us those lessons though because no one likes a spoiled brat, and I would never want to be perceived as one just because my parents are who they are.
After papa talks to me for a few more minutes, he leaves my room to go check on Auggie, my favourite twin brother.
I head to the Jack and Jill bathroom to take a quick shower, then brush my teeth.
"Now what to wear?" I ponder, looking through my drawers.
I decided on some distressed mom jeans, a white crop top, and a beige bomber jacket. I also put on some small gold hoops, and gold rings.
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I then grab my bag from my bed, and make my way downstairs. Mama was watching ponyo for the hundredth time, while papa massaged her shoulders.
Their love for each was so cute! I wish someone loved me like that. Hashtag sad hours!
"Look at the fit mama, Willow popped off." Says August calmly while still hyping me up.
Mama turns her head around, and she smiles in delight. Her reactions to any of my outfits were always important because I wanted to be a fashion designer like her when I'm done highschool.
