That boy/l.h

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Bella's pov
I wake up to my alarm beeping loudly, slowly getting louder. Once I realize what day it is, I smack my hand down on my alarm and literally jump out of bed. It was the first day of 11th grade- or junior year. I throw on some clothes and apply a layer of mascara. I grab my phone and bring it to my kitchen. I play some twenty one pilots, pop some bread into the toaster, and get my backpack ready. I grab the fresh toast from the toaster and say goodbye to my parents. As I make my way to the bus stop, I wonder if there will be new students.

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