The sun blazed through my curtains as I wiped the sleep from eyes. I let myself lay in my warm, comfy bed for another couple of minutes before jumping out. It was a warm summers day and the morning sun would definitely be good for my skin. Ever since I hit puberty I tried very hard to keep my face from breaking and out so far I was successful. I was going to be 17 next year it felt unreal. The small tingle that shook throughout my body each time I remembered it seemed to grow little by little as the days passed. I walked out of my calming, stress free room and into the kitchen. It was located to the right of my door so I took a turn and headed towards it. As I went to the fridge which on the far end of the kitchen I saw a note on the kitchen bench. Great, my step-mum wrote me a letter again. It's not that I don't like her writing them, it's just that I'm dyslexic. I always struggled greatly with English and was always in the lowest class in school. I only found out when I was 10 and my 4th grade teacher finally noticed something.
[A/N I'm really sorry but I'm leaving it there. I kinda lost motivation but I wanted to do something since I'm bored at 12:00am. So yea, I'm sorry but that's the end of it. Have a wonderous morning/afternoon/night.]
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