"Liv! Get out of the bed!" My mother yelled at me, clapping her hands at me as she did so. I mumbled something incoherent as I tried to untangle my legs from my bed sheets, but instead stumbled in the process. My feet slid on the sheet that was halfway in the floor, and I fell forward, trying to catch myself by reaching out to my nightstand, but grabbing nothing except air. Deciding not to get up, I laid on the floor, tangled in bedsheets and spread out at an uncomfortable angle.
What a wonderful start to my day.
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After managing to get up and out of the floor, I took a quick shower and got dressed.
I threw on a t-shirt that had 'Pretty' written across the front, a black cardigan, black jeans, and ankle boots.
Pulling my hair out from underneath my shirt, I grabbed my backpack and phone, walking downstairs to get breakfast before my friends picked me up for our early morning coffee.
Before I even reached the bottom of the stairs, my mom shoved a banana and a granola bar in my hands and shoved me to the door, "Olivia, get in gear! You're nearly late!"
"Shit!" I exclaimed, peeling the banana and opening the front door.
Chloe's gonna be pissed.
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