(A/N) the picture is what I imagine the main character looking like
I groan and roll over to turn off the blaring alarm. It's 6am, which means it's time to get ready for school. I lay here for five more minutes, forcing my eyes to get used to being open. It takes everything I am to drag myself out if bed. I make my way to the bathroom to take a shower.After my shower, I wrap a towel around myself and pick out an outfit from my closet. I end up throwing on a pair of grey sweatpants and a dark green t-shirt.
Then, it's a breakfast of Cheerios, blow drying my thick, brown hair, and packing my backpack.
At 7:20, I hug my mom goodbye, "Love you, mom."
"I love you too, sweetie," she says. "What time are you planning on being home?"
I shrug, "I don't know yet. Izzy and I want to study at her house for a little while I think."
She nods and smiles, "Just let me know when you're coming home, okay."
I give her a thumbs up, "I will. Bye!"
"HAVE A GOOD DAY!" she yells as I walk out the door.
During my drive to school, I listen to my favorite band: One Direction. Specifically their newest album Take Me Home that came out last month. I've already memorized all the songs, and this morning I'm singing my heart out to Kiss You, Rock Me, Heart Attack, and Live While We're Young.
I meet my best friend Isabelle at the front doors of the school and we walk in together.
"God, I'm so glad it's Friday!" Izzy says.
I agree, "Same! This week has been so long."
We put our books in our locker right as the bell rings. She makes a disgusted face, "Ughhhh. I don't want to go to chemistry, Georgia."
"It's fine, Iz. I have to go to government. We'll both be suffering."
I can't help but laugh at her when she leans back and drags her feet dramatically. "Get over it!" I nudge her playfully, "Like you said it's Friday."
We separate into different hallways, "See you after school!"
She waves before turning to go to her class.
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I unlock the door to my house at 5:30pm. Dad's coming down the steps to greet me, "Hey Jojo, how was your day?
I grin at my his nickname for and give him a hug, "Not bad. Just the usual. How was work?"
"Boring. I only filled two cavities."
"Two's better than none, right?" I ask and that brings a smile to his face.
I look around, "Where's mom?"
"She went to a last minute dinner with Amy."
I scrunch my face, "Does that mean you're cooking dinner?"
His face falls in a completely offended way, "What's wrong with my cooking?"
"Nothing! I was just asking a question."
He throws his hands up, "Well, you have to eat."
I roll my eyes, "I never skip a meal, Dad. Is it okay if I go get something to eat?"
He nods, giving up, "You can go eat wherever you want."
I grab my keys again, "Wanna come?"
"Nah," he shakes his head, "I'll warm up some canned soup."
"See? That's what I mean. I don't want to eat canned soup."
He starts making his way upstairs, "It's fine, I'll enjoy all of it to myself!"I snicker at his drama, "Okay. I'll be back later!"
I climb into my car and decide McDonald's is what I want to eat.
Last night's dream pops into my head. I forgot all about that until now. It wasn't the first time I had a dream with that guy in it, but for some reason, I can never remember who he is. While stopped at traffic light, I think as hard as I can, reaching into the depths of my memory to remember his face. Nothing comes to mind and I huff a frustrated sigh. I just want to know who he is.
A few minutes later, I pull into the almost empty McDonald's parking lot and park a few spaces down from a big black SUV. I get out of my car, stomach rumbling, and make my way to the fast food restaurant.
(A/N) sorry, I know it was a boring chapter, but the storyline will start moving in the next chapter I'll write. I'm gonna try to write it this weekend, but I don't know how much time I'll have. Anyway, vote and comment! Let me know how I'm doing with my first story! I want to know what you think!
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Only In My Dreams
FanficAlmost everytime I dream, it's about him. But as soon as I wake up, I don't remember who he is. He makes me feel so safe in those dreams, and I feel like he's real...until I wake up. Will I ever know who he is?