*October eleventh.*
From downstairs, I smell my mom cooking. It's eggs... no, definitely bacon. "Only one way to find out."
I take a shower and do my skincare routine. Next, I put on a white tank top and layer it with a cardigan. I slide into my favorite black skirt, and lastly, I slip into my worn-out Air Force. Slowly, I walk downstairs, counting the steps. I don't know why I do this; it's just been a habit of mine. "13... 14... 15." Same as always. I turn my head to see my mom setting a plate of bacon with a side of eggs. "I knew it," I murmured under my breath. Somehow, my mom heard. "What was that, Oakland?" "Nothing, Mom," I reply. I don't know why, but there's always this soothing aura around my mom. Maybe it's her personality, or perhaps it's because she's so spiritual.
I checked my phone and was bombarded by notifications from my best friend, Kaylee. We've been inseparable since the second grade when we teamed up on the science project. She made her project explode not in a good way. We laughed our butts off the whole bus right after. One message reads, "You know school started an hour ago." I checked the time: it was 10 o'clock. I was supposed to be there at nine. "Shit," I mumbled to myself. "Mom, why didn't you tell me I was late?" I exclaimed."I just thought you didn't want to go to school today. When I heard you wake up, I started making breakfast." I began packing my things, preparing to leave. "What about your breakfast?" my mom asked, sounding a bit disappointed.
"Maybe I would've been able to eat it an hour ago," I retorted. I ended up transferring it to paper plates and wrapping it up. Making a mad dash out the door, I hopped into my car and drove to school. On the way, I tried to tame my thick, curly brown hair in the car mirror. I sighed. It had a mind of its own, but I loved it nonetheless.
I got to school just as the first period ended — enough time to visit my locker before the second period began. The bell rang, and the hallways filled with students, crowded as always. Then, I saw a familiar face: Elana, two lockers to my right. I looked at her for a couple of seconds, which caught her attention. She smiled and waved. When she did that, I felt something - like butterflies, as they say. Cliché, I know. But I'm probably not her type you know.
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Romance♡ At sixteen, Oakland has harbored a silent crush on Elena since their early school days. When Tyler, a mutual friend, invites Oakland to a party where Elena will be, she faces a dilemma. Does she attend and possibly act on her feelings or let this...
