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|third person P.O.V|
An alarm rings through the house of the L/N's. They lazily hit the clock to make it stop screaming. After yawning slightly and getting mad that they have to get up so early, they get up and off the bed. Today is Monday. It's time for school. They finally went to the bathroom and brushed their teeth.
|y/n's P.O.V.|
I manage to drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom. "Just another day..." I say to myself. I begin to brush my teeth when I feel it. The all too familiar feeling of flower pedals coming up my throat. I quickly ran to the toilet and puked. This was normal but it still hurt. I wonder if this will ever stop. The pain, the suffering, the urge to just end it all just to end this. I want all of it to go away. After I use the counter to support myself and stand up, I stumble out of the room to the kitchen to find something to eat. Maybe it will help. I put some bread in the toaster and waited. As I wait I hear footsteps coming closer. They were soft and light. It had to be Tynia. Tynia is my 9-year-old, bratty, annoying sister that I love. "Good morning Nia." I say as I see her cringe at the name
"Morning and don't call me that." she replied before pouring herself some oatmeal.
"Whatever you say, Nia." I mock her. I just hear a sigh in response. I turn back to the toaster to wait for my toast to pop up. It felt like a lifetime before the toast finally sprang into the air. I caught both slices and put them on a plate. While humming I spread the jelly on both and put one back on the plate. "There! Timmy, I made you a quick breakfast since you are late!" I yell up stairs and grab my own slice and take a bite. This time I hear fast footsteps running down the stairs and run to the kitchen.
"I'm late?! How late?!" My older brother panics, yelling to me and I let go of a small giggle.
"you're not. I just didn't want you too be really late." my small giggle turns into heavy coughs. Timmy runs to my aid. Timmy knew of my problem, he would always make sure I was ok. I continued to cough while I call out to him.
|Timmy's P.O.V.|
I watched as Y/N fell to the ground coughing up flowers. My eye widen in shock but I quickly come back to my sense when my name is called. "Y/N!" I call back while picking her up and taking her to the bathroom. I look in the drawers to find her medicine.
"T-Third drawer..." Y/N says. Her voice is very weak.
"Got it!" I yell and open the bottle. I hand her a pill to Y/N for them to take. By this time, I had calmed down slightly as Y/N took her pill and stopped coughing.
"I am sorry you had to see that...Again..." Y/N says to me.
"It's no big deal." I reply lying. I hope they are okay. I worry a lot about her. I walk out of the bathroom and clean up the mess made in the kitchen. "It's almost time to go." I state while looking at the clock. I peek into the bathroom. "Y/N, it's time to-...where is she?" I look around then I facepalm. She really left without waiting for me. "I'll catch up anyways." I sigh. "Tynia! Let's go!"
|Y/N's P.O.V.|
I run off and grab my bag before exiting my home to go to school and leave my brother. I wish he didn't worry about me so much. Either way, I got him off my back for now. My train of thought was broken due to a sudden push sending me to the ground. "What the hell?!" My uniform wasn't too dirty so I just brushed it off. I turned to find the one and only Brittney holding her phone recording. Brittney is the most popular cheerleader in the school. All the boys wanted to date her and all the girls wanted to be her. The 5 other girls are her friend group Jess, Kate, Emily, Alivia, and Olivia. The last two are twins and look just like each other. As soon as I saw them I just knew how this would turn out.
I am sorry this is so short. As I said before this is just a test.I want at least 1000 words on each so I will try harder to make that happen. I will edit and add more if you guys let me know what you want to happen next. I will try and include it in the story. Thank you for reading my sample.
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