It's just like any other morning. I wake up, pull on my clothes, eat breakfast and zoom out the door with my bright turquoise book-bag. "Whitney, you almost missed the bus again," says my bus driver, the one we all make fun of for being way to short for her age. "I know. I'll get it next time," I reply, slightly annoyed, but the bus driver doesn't seem to notice. "Ohmigod Whitney, why are you always so late?! This is getting annoying. You're, like, the only thing that keeps me coming to school," says my bestie, Rachel, obviously annoyed. Rachel is the kind of person who would skip school if she had no point in coming. "Wow, ladies, did you know you can feel the tension if you walk in between you guys?" Wes says with a slight chuckle. "Shut up, butthole," I say, regretting it as soon as it comes out of my mouth. "Butthole? I haven't been called that since third grade," says Wes obviously confused by my peculiar word choice. As I turn to look out the window my phone buzzes.
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'Guess who forgot their lunch box?' My mom texts.
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'Oh, crap! What now?' I reply.
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'I'll get it to you later. Bye, hon'
"Crap," I mutter out loud.
"What was it this time?" Asks Rachel.
"I forgot my lunchbox. My mom will get it to me, though"
Well, she sure did get it to me. "Whitney? Ahh, there she is! Honey, you forgot your lunchbox at home! Well, I'll see you after school," she says while kissing me on the head.
"Mom! You have to go! People are staring!" I say.
My mom looks around. "Oh, sorry honey, I'll go," she says, looking sorry.
I can't help feeling bad for her, though.
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In the Middle
RomanceWhen 16 year old Whitney finds herself in love with her ex boyfriend, Jake, and crushing on the High-School-Hottie, Marco, she needs to find out if she's really in love, if she's over them, and their secrets that no one else knows with the help of h...
