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The rest of my classes were smooth sailing. The bell rang to leave school. I grabbed my bags and headed to the lockers to get my shoes. I then headed back to my house cause I have to finish my hw and then head to dance class.

  Homework today was self-explanatory. So I finished, quickly. Now what. I got like an hour before dance. I should probably get ready so it's easier to leave. Buttttt, that sounds like a future me problem. I headed down to the kitchen. I grabbed a croissant from the pantry and grabbed some cheese, turkey meat, lettuce, tomato, and pesto sauce. I was planning to make a croissant sandwich. I grabbed the avocado from the fridge, as well. I Gordon Ramsey this shit and made the best sandwich to ever exist.  I placed the sandwich on the table and grabbed a sprite from the fridge.

I ate in peace and heard my phone go off.

FUCK......

That was my alarm to get ready. I shoved what was left of my sandwich into my mouth and placed my plate in the sink. I felt a sense of happiness as I placed the dish because I didn't have to do it. It was Hajime's turn. I snapped back into reality when I heard my second alarm go off.

  I ran into my room. And threw on a pair of black leggings and a black sports bra. I threw on my red hoodie as well. I grabbed my car keys from the hook by the door.  I opened the garage door hopped into my car and drove.

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