Skylar's P.O.V.
Rrrrrr!
Rrrrrr!
Rrrrrr!
Ugh, my alarm clock is so annoying. I turn it off and get up. Dang it, it's Monday.
I go to my bubblegum pink bathroom and decide to take a shower. I get two towels ready and hop in. It feels so warm in the mornings. This is what I do to get up. I step out and wrap my body in a towel and put my hair up in a towel too.
I go to my closet and pick out what I'm wearing today. It's going to be around 90 degrees so I pick out a black tank top and a navy blue and white skirt. I put the skirt just a little over the tank so it would look like a dress.
I do my hair and go downstairs to eat breakfast. I grab a chocolate muffin and head outside.
My mom leaves an hour before me so I have the house to myself. Basically . Except for my 22 year old brother who sleeps all day.
I head outside after I grab my keys. I get in my car ( I have a purple mustang) that I got for my sweet 16th birthday and head to Riley's house. I pick her up every morning and I drive her to school.
I arrive at get house and she's outside waiting for me. She looks super cute with her hair curled and a pink sun dress with a black flower in the corner. She gets in and tells me about her weekend. This is our Monday morning routine. But I basically know everything that happened because we text each other like 24/7.
"So I went to the beach with my aunt and we went shopping on the boardwalk then we got smoothies!" She tells me. Thats where she got the dress. She also got a denim button up shirt and a cute skirt.
When we pull up into my parking spot we see everyone running to the MPR. We quickly get out and rush to the MPR the see what's happening. On the front door it said "Come in, we have a special surprise contest! Info will be told inside!" So we had to go look.
When we got inside we were SO shocked! We couldn't believe that ......
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