The Rider

Chapter 8

I know the last chapter was kind of boring and I'm sorry :( but here is a picture of what Jacob looks like. Feel free to imagine him any way you like though.
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I groaned as I heard the ear-piercing screech of my alarm clock. I ripped the plug out of the wall and chucked the clock across the room. I felt like crying when I realized what day it was. Monday. The day that is dreaded by all mankind.

The first day of my senior year. It's freaking 6:30. It is too freaking early for any normal human being to be up.

I had spent my entire weekend watching Pretty Little Liars and eating complete junk food. My thoughts immediately went to Dylan. After the movie Thursday, I had avoided him as much as possible. Whenever he came around a corner, I dove into a stall and hid there until he passed by.

I stood up from my bed and blindly trudged into my bathroom. I turned on my shower water and waited for it to warm up. I flinched as I looked at my appearance in the mirror. My eyebags seemed to decide that they would be extra puffy today, my hair was sticking up in different directions, and I had a crick in my neck. And to top off this freaking sundae, mother nature's monthly present decided to visit me. Great, now I'll have raging mood swings the whole week. Finally, the shower decided to make itself warm and I clambered in.
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After my shower, I blow dried my hair. Sighing with relief, my hair decided to overcome its horrid appearance earlier and look flawless. My eye bags had gone down a little and I applied concealer to the area. I preferred not to go around looking like a zombie from The Walking Dead. I applied a thick layer of black mascara to my long eyelashes and applied chapstick to my smooth lips. Satisfied with my appearance, I left my wonderful room and headed downstairs.

"Morning pumpkin," my dad greeted cheerfully.

"Morning," I mumbled, obviously not feeling as cheery as him.

"Are you excited to be starting your last year of high school?" My dad asked, handing me a bowl of cereal.

"About as excited as a a turtle getting its shell ripped off and being eaten for breakfast by a meerkat," I grumbled sarcastically.

My dad laughed and said, "You've never been a morning person."

I shook my head and shoved the cereal-filled spoon into my mouth.

Sophie soon came into the kitchen, yawning and ruffling her hair. She nodded a good morning to me and searched the pantry for a breakfast food.

"You look pretty Mia," Sophie mumbled sleepily, yawning again.

"Thanks," I mumbled. "Can you help me with an outfit for today? I never know what to wear."

"Sure, no problemo Mia," Sophie said, brightening at the aspect of planning outfits. She was the only person I have ever known that can take my mess of clothes and turn it into something cute.
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"Here, put this on," Sophie ordered, shoving a loose gray v-neck t-shirt, white short-shorts, and a black and white flannel into my hands. I slightly raised my eyebrows at her and went into my bathroom to change. The outfit complimented my body perfectly. The shirt loosely hugging my curvy figure, the shorts showing off my tan legs, and the flannel giving the outfit a bit of flare. I grinned at Sophie who smiled approvingly at me.

"You must have magical powers or something," I complimented.

"Thanks, it's a gift," Sophie said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Don't forget this," Sophie added, handing me a braided leather bracelet.

"Thanks Sophie."

"No problem! Have a good day and don't get into any fights," Sophie instructed.