Kaylin Podmore's sophomore year of high school is just starting out with her boyfriend of three months, Lucas Mitchell. They spent their summer together with their friends and family as well as traveling across the country for races while also navig...
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My alarm goes off at 7:20 a.m. the next morning through my Google Nest Hub, blasting Chase Rice's song "Ready Set Go" from my workout playlist on Spotify.
"Google, stop," I groan before I flip onto my other side. I unplug my phone and hold it in front my face, putting in my pin to check my notifications and social media. I only have one notification, unsurprisingly, a missed text message from Lucas.
Lucas [09/20/2020 10:56 PM]: I'm home. I love you, my girl. I'll see you in the morning. <3
Kaylin [09/21/2020 7:23 AM]: Good morning babe. See ya at school. <3
"Morning girl," I chuckle when turn my head and see Roxy looking at me, curled up more on the other side of my bed than the foot like she normally is.
"Kayl, you up?!" my mom shouts from downstairs.
"Yeah!" I call back, hoping she'll hear me through my closed door. I scroll through my social media accounts, swapping a few quick texts with Lucas, and lingering a little too long on TikTok before I force myself to climb out of bed, needing to get ready for school that I'm dreading more than I did last Monday.
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"Good morning sweetheart," my mom greets me when I walk into the kitchen more than an hour later after I've showered and basically gotten ready minus changing my outfit since I have on my black short sleeve top with a crew neckline and an elongated silhouette and my purple oasis heather pair of high-rise leggings that have an elastic waistband and a v-back seam. I have minimal makeup on, a light cover of foundation, a sweep of brown eyeshadow and back mascara while my hair is down with a slightly wavier texture to it than my natural waves from the braid slept in since I didn't wash my hair.
"Morning," I reply, a bit distracted as I fill my Starbucks matte light pink studded twenty-four-ounce cold tumbler that has a matching pink straw, with some water.
"Are you feelin' okay?"
"I just didn't sleep well."
"I'm sorry. Was there something keeping you up?"
"Eh, I think my brain is just ready for a break, it's been a long few weeks."
"You have a break in a couple weeks. Just gotta survive classes for a little bit longer," she says mentioning the fall break we have coming up that's a four-day weekend.
