𝗜 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗕𝗲 𝗮 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲!

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚍 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙈𝘾'𝙨 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙚."

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INTRODUCTION

Hi there, why are you here? You probably don't want to hear about my boring life, but whatever; my name is Jane Morris, nice to meet ya.

Anyway, here's my story, I guess.

CHAPTER 1

I was in the Lovely Land of Candy. There were beautiful lollipops, delicious cupcakes, and heavenly ice creams. Suddenly, I heard my mom's voice in the distance. Confused, I cautiously moved forward, until something lightly bonked my head.

"Jane. Get your lazy goofy ah up."

My eyes blinked open to see Mom's rage-filled face staring down at me. She was holding her slipper in one hand, a frying pan in the other. Her green apron had cinnamon, oil, and chocolate stains on it. Her messy bun was very disheveled and misshapen. I shuddered. This was Mom's 'morning phase'.

"Can you just give me five mor–"

"GET UP!" My mom jerked off my quilt, and I screamed. "It's 6 AM! Time for SCHOOL!"

"Mom, it's cold!!!" I whined.

"Then get dressed!" Mom retorted, practically confiscating my favorite blanket. "Maybe then you'll feel warmer."

"Ugh, fine!!!" I rolled over from my bed and sat up, groaning. Satisfied, Mom stalked off, probably trying to find someone else to boss around.

I put on my socks, then a baggy hoodie, along with jeans with holes in them. I went to the bathroom and tied my hair into a messy ponytail. Buns were too much work. I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad.

I then went downstairs.

"Heavens Jane, your hair is way too messy," My mom complained. "Let me do it."

Without asking, she tied my dirty blonde hair into a braid. I rolled my eyes and mentally face-palmed. I didn't need Mom's help to do my hair of all things! 

"Thanks, Mom," I said, grabbing a piece of toast from the toaster. 

Time Skip

I entered the school building and bee-lined to my locker. Someone shoved me and I fell over, dropping my things. UGHHHHH, now I have to CLEAN ALL OF IT UP! I saw a pair of SUPER DUPER HIGH AND SKINNY pink heels and wondered why Barbara didn't get expelled for breaking the school dress code.

"Oops," She said mockingly. No one laughed.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?!?" The vice principal went bonkers on Barbara and gave her 5 detentions. Ha ha, serves her right for being a bully stereotype in school. Some people moved forward to help me with picking up my stuff.

After that incident, it was time for class. Unfortunate. I wanted some free time to draw, but whatever.

I glanced out the window to see a late guy saunter into the school like he owned the place. He was wearing this 'badass' leather jacket and ripped jeans. He'd parked a motorcycle outside of school. Before I knew it, he'd entered the class.

He walked over to where I was sitting.

"That's my seat," He snarled at me.

The heck this guy talking about? 

I rolled my eyes. "Can't you see we're in the middle of class? Go find somewhere else."

"How dare–"

"SIT DOWN AXEL YOU'D BETTER!" My english teacher hissed at him. "OR YOU'LL BE IN THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE...again."

He looked upset before plopping down on a different seat a few feet away, shooting me angry glares. I rolled my eyes again. 

This is going to be a LONG day.

Faith out.