• Mia Taylor •
A 5'0 girl with brunette wavy hair up to her shoulders, beautiful blue eyes which you could get lost in forever, and the shyest personality of them all. Skipping grade 5, Mia is starting her Sophomore year at USC at 18, studying medic...
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"Wake up Mia you've slept through three alarms!"
I open my eyes and squint at the brightness in my room. Why do people think it's a good idea to shine so much light in the morning. I throw my blanket over my head groaning, "Go away"
Suddenly I feel cold, really cold, I realise that the blanket is no longer on my body, or my bed ever, and instead its on the floor. I look up to see Nina as the culprit.
"What the heck was that for?" I question quite loudly, "Mia you start class in 20 minutes"
I shot up "What! why didn't you get me up earlier?" I ask, getting out of bed and rushing wound to get ready. I don't have time to shower or work out this morning, so I guess im going to have to work out after class.
I change into a yellow white fox jumper and hoodie set, just leaving a sports bra under it because I knew I wasn't going to take it off. Pairing it with some basic airforces and I left my hair out, pinning the front strands back with 2 pastel mini butterfly clips.
Running around Nina just watches me, "Nina? why are you just staring there watching me? Is there anything else you need?"
"Oh um, I just wanted to remind you of the party tonight, and I have breakfast to go on the table for you, it's your favourite, avocado and wasabi on a bagel." Yes don't judge my favourite breakfast, I love spicy food, especially wasabi. I look up and run over to her, kissing her cheek. "You are the best little pumpkin pie I have ever met! Thank you so much Nina I love you!" I say getting my bag and running out of my room.
I run into the kitchen, seeing a paper bag with my name written in sharpie, I grab it, running to the front door.
"I'm leaving!" I call out, opening the door and running out. Zooming down the hallway, some girls staring at me because I looked like a frantic mess...
