A/N: m/n = Mom's name and if your mom is not in the picture you can just use a made up name<3
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"5 more minutes..." I mumble.
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I shut my alarm clock off with an annoyed groan. "Ughh, what day is it?" I ask myself, rubbing my eyes. I check my phone. "Monday. I just love Mondays." I say with a yawn as I crawl back under my covers. The door opens. "Sweety, come on get up you're gonna be late for school!"
That's my mom, m/n.
"School?.." "Yes school now get your ass up outta that bed sleepy head." My mom and I get along pretty well, sometimes we have our ups and downs but we eventually get through it. "Oh, school." Another great thing about Mondays. Just great. I moved to Derry, Maine just last week all the way from Washington. I've been dreading this day ever since I learned we were moving. I head to the bathroom and brush my hair, brush my teeth, put on deodorant, fuck the makeup I'm too lazy. What to wear, what to wear... I finally decide on this.
Outfit #1:
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Outfit #2:
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(Minus the purse if you don't want it<3)
Outfit #3:
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(Or you can go on Pinterest and pick an outfit cause I'm bad at picking outfits 😩) "Bye mom!" "Bye sweety, love you!" "Love you too!"
I grab my bookbag and head out the door to grab my bike.
Your bike:
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(Okay so this was the best looking Mongoose BMX bike I could find on there so if you don't like it just imagine something else lmao)
I hop on my bike and start to peddle. I start to take in my surroundings. I realize that this place doesn't look all too bad. Once I'm about halfway to school I see a group of kids that look about my age. They were biking too. Probably going to school like me.
There was a short kid with a fanny pack.
A kid with really curly hair. Kinda looks like noodles. Well, now I want Ramen.
One with a flannel. It was a pretty nice flannel if we're being honest.
And then the last one I saw caught my eye. He had big bulky glasses that made his eyes super big and he had a Hawaiian button up on. '𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦.'