I wake up and put my hair into a messy bun like this:
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My oversized hoodie falls to my knees and I have thigh-high socks on but in a not-like-other girls' way. I swear. (Here is my outfit:
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). I hear my mom scream from downstairs "Y/N GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shout back to her "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o–o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ok"
I daintily walk my 4'3" self down the stairs, staring at my size 4 toddler's shoes (they look like this:
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)feet. My mom looks up from the line of coke on the counter, a needle in her arm and white powder all over her face (it looks like this:
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). "I SOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET YOUR THINGS AND GET IN THE CAR NOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screams at me.
I go back upstairs and pack my things: my little twinkle toes, my sweatpants, and all my 3,000 books (I'm such a nerd). I also make sure to pack my Xbox 7 and my controller (I'm such a gamer) I then go get to my moms car, sadly. I walk like im going to my death and I cry (cutely).
We drive all the way to london, UK (we lived in california). This is my moms car btw:
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