Jasmine Lon'Yae:
Birds chirp and sun rays shine through my windows as my alarm rings in my ear making me groan and moan. 7:30 the alarm shows, time to get up. Another day of High school.
Dragging my sleepy, relaxed body to the bathroom, to freshen up, feeling the cold tile underneath my feet jolted me awake, don't get me wrong I love the cold but once you are woken up by it, it's not a good feeling.
Ring ring, my phone blares at it and I look to see that it's my best friend Armani calling me.
"GOOD MORNING MY SEXY BESTIE!" Armani screeched through the phone.
Jesus this girl is a morning person
"Armani whore, it's too early in the morning to be screaming," I tell her as I turn the shower on.
"It's never too early babe, it's rise and shine and I wanna get Starbucks before school," she says.
What makes me and her besties is we are addicted to Starbucks. #Coffee addicts.
"I'm up, I'm about to shower," I say as I feel the temperature of the water.
"Good now hurry I'm downstairs in your house anyway" she reply's
Of course, her ass is in my house, my parents are always letting her in the house, she could be a damn psychopath and they would still let her in.
"Of course, you are in my house, I'll be out in a little bit, and stop eating my pretzels," I say as I hear her crunch.
"Bitch I'm not in your damn pretzels," she says.
"Whatever, I'll bring it down in 15", I hang up the phone and hop in the shower.
After getting dressed and putting on my ripped jeans and black tee I headed downstairs to see Armani, in my pretzel box.
"I thought you weren't eating my pretzels?" I asked smirking at her.
"Well I am, let's go whore, my Brown Sugar w/ Oat-milk shaken expresso is waiting on me," she says as she grabs my keys.
"Ah ah, give me my keys...no driving for you," I say grabbing my keys.
She rolled her eyes and proceed to the front door of my house, "Your no fun"
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ROSES & THRONES
Teen Fiction"The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses." But you should never pick a rose bare handed unless you want to get prick by the sharpers thorn on a delicate rose. Always pick wisely, because you never know if you'll get a beautiful rose or a nast...
