Riley's POV
"Riley! breakfast!" I heard my mom call from downstairs. "Coming!" I called back, rolling my eyes as I did. I never really liked my mom. She wasn't really what you would call, nice, or supportive.
Running downstairs I grabbed my school bag and set it next to the front door. I sat down at the dining table and eyed my breakfast suspiciously; eggs, toast and sausage. "Since when do you make me breakfast?" I asked my mom. "Doesn't matter, you should be thankful," my mom said flatly. "Whatever," I mumbled as I shoved a mouthful of eggs in my mouth.
When I finished my breakfast I rushed upstairs and got ready for school. "Hair? check" I said as I finished straightening it. "Clothes? check" I looked at myself in the mirror. "Phone? check" I said and walked down the stairs to the front door.
I took my car keys off the hook and my bag from the ground. I tossed my keys in the air and caught them as I opened the door and walked outside. "Keys? check" I opened the car door and hopped in. I turned on the car and I was off.
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It's A Good Life
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