late at the frist day .pt1.

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I was lying in bed, thinking if i should get up. When i herd the sound of my fone buzing -bzz bzz- it was the third time i herd it this morning becuase i didn't want to get up. Without wanting to, i got up and located my jacet.
It was a black jacet, that had a small white stain on it because i dropt a drop of ice cream on it one month ago and didn't wash it. I located the most comfortable pants i could find. And then i picked up a shirt frome my floor that has probably been there for for 2 months. I cold tell bcause it smelt like shit. I herd my mum call me 'andria anderson come down this instant!' (My name is andria anderson but my best frind cals me audry) 'one sec!!!' I screamed back at my mum, while brushing my teeth. I grabd my bag. Took a toast for the way, and sprinted to the bus stop. I stopped for a second to catch my breath and saw the bus drive past me. I looked up in horror, still catching my breath knowing im going to be late

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