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𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚
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You'd think it would be nice moving to California, when really it is still as bad as any other state in America. I mean you've got the forest fires, high taxes, and did i mention a karate rival that's been going on since nineteen eighty four?
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"But i swear i'm sick mom" I whine pushing my face onto my pillows."Come on Cariño it's time for school get up." She repeats as she walked to my doorway. "I won't ask you again Elizabeth." My mother spoke sternly as she shuts the door.
Slowly moving out of the bed I look in the hallway to make sure she's gone."I won't ask you again Elizabeth" I mimicked. I step over dirty clothes looking in my closet for something clean to wear.
Hesitantly I picked up a white cropped shirt sniffing it to make sure it's clean. Sure enough it was clean I shrugged and put it on with some baggy jeans. Now where the hell are my sneakers?
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"Mom i'm ready" I loudly spoke as i tied up my laces. I lifted my backpack as i watched my mom look at me."What are you caring in there bricks?" My mom said jokingly as she jangled her keys. "No just my dignity" I retorted dramatically.
"Ok the car is warmed up let's go don't want another tardy." My mom proclaimed with a sigh.
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I walked down the hallway with my book bag hanging off my shoulder. Not only will I most definitely have back pain in the future but i can feel the happiness drain my body.
Lost in my thoughts I spot a girl with a confused face."Locker trouble?" I open my locker putting my lunch on the top shelf. The girl was a bit shorter than her with raven black hair. her hair was messy as if she were a child.
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"No I'm actually just looking for my class." She stated pushing hair behind her ear. "Oh my gosh I love your outfit" I babbled looking at her vest. She smiled back genuinely.
"Oh thanks I love yours too and your hair!" I was a bit taken back by the compliments. "I'm Elizabeth Geneva but you can call me Liz."
"I'm Loreali or Lj, You wouldn't happen to know where the art room is?" I smiled and asked if I could look over her schedule. To my surprise we both have the rest of our classes together. "You're in the rest of my classes for the day, so you can call me your tour guide, well maybe don't actually but metaphorically you can." I phrased handing her the sheet of paper.
We talked through the entire art class, we found out we both have a lot in common with each other.
