Synchronicity

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𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓽

7 fucking 45.
I groan and roll over to turn off my alarm that had been going off for the last five minutes as I tried to ignore it when it first started beeping.

I silently curse myself for being too spontaneous last night in deciding I was going to get up at stupid o'clock to do "spontaneous things". Despite my dislike and complaining about it being too early and too stupid, I pull my hands down my face and roll out of bed before walking carelessly towards my desk. I pick up the bottle of last nights water and wince at the stale taste in my mouth after I finish it off. As quickly as I took the first gulp, I throw the bottle into the pile of trash that is sitting in the corner of my room.

Before trudging towards the bathroom to brush my teeth I look down at my phone and see that it's 7:55. Christ sake, it took me ten minutes to drink a drop of water. I acknowledge that it really shouldn't take that long but then again I'm not a morning person and I'm severely dramatic.

I silently curse myself yet again as I clear away the condensation that has fogged up the bathroom mirror from leaving the shower running last night. Screw spontaneous things, I'm going to accidentally electrocute myself one day. I begin to brush my teeth though I'm stopped halfway through by a message from my step mom. The message reads "Hiya chick, stop by the shop and get mommy 3 bottles of vodka and a pack of cigarettes, loves ya". She does this everyday without fail. It's like she knows I have no choice in the matter. I either get her stuff or get into an heated argument about how she gave up her life to raise me after my father died. I roll my eyes and reply with a quick okay before finishing the task of brushing my teeth.

I walk back into my bedroom to pick an outfit. This task takes way longer then it should and causes way too much stress. I know that's nobody else's fault but my own but seriously I have too many clothes but not enough. I choose one outfit that i'm happy with but then I look further into the outfit as I always do and notice you can see a massive stain at the bottom of my shirt, so it's an instant no. I choose another that has no stains, which is good, but then I notice it still has its tag on. A gentle but large reminder I was supposed to return it, yesterday.

I know, I know I'm dramatic, it's only a tag, but I only get so much money a month sooo I cannot afford to forget about these things. I sigh loudly and look around my room defeated, it's only half 8.
I pick a book from my bookshelf and snuggle back into my sheets before I'm distracted again by the massive amounts of trash piled in the corner of my room.

It's only half 8, Lord knows I will be getting absolutely everything and nothing done today.
I put the book down on my dresser and lay silently in my bed with my eyes closed, waiting hopefully for sleep to come take me but jump when my alarm goes off for the second time.

Ugh! Spontaneity!
This is going to be a long day.

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Authors Note:

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! The first chapter is always the most boring yet interesting, although I feel like it may be a little more boring....

Anyway! as promised please feel free to give me some constructive criticism or even give me some ideas of where you'd like to see this book go.

~ Friendly Reminder ~
Please try to keep the hate on any characters at a minimum as I'm aware they may come across as many things but many of your fellow readers or family may be extremely alike to them in personality. Though it isn't my intention to base any characters around real people, I would hate to see anyone relate to my fictional characters and then become upset because of the comments.

That being said, despite the quirks, I have zero doubt that with the chapters to come, you will love them all as much as I do! Well, almost all of them....
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REMEMBER!
beauty is subjective <3