Chapter |01|

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A yawn escaped my mouth as I turned over to my side, catching a glimpse of my clock and my phone vibrating.

"Oh brother," I muttered in my best Donald Duck impression. Rolling out of bed, I groaned, feeling too lazy to get up. I lost all dignity as I came crashing down to the floor of my small, cluttered bedroom.

After lying there for about 5-10 minutes, groaning in the pain that I caused myself, I still hadn't gotten up until I heard my phone ring. It occurred to me that my phone was on the opposite side of where I was, so I resorted to crawling on my stomach. I wasn't quite sure how I managed that, but in my attempt to reach my phone, it fell on my face.

"Ouch!" I groaned.

I opened my phone, only to be flooded with messages and missed calls. Out of habit, I previewed the messages from the notification bar before proceeding to open them.

NOTIFICATION CENTRE❎

[Asher💗: Where the hell are you???
[Asher💗: I'm sure you're still asleep 😒
[Asher💗: You have no excuse to be late
[Asher💗: 18 missed calls
[Emelie 🥷 : Get your ass here ASAP
[Emelie🥷: Seriously!! Of all the days to be late
[Emelie  🥷 : You have 5 minutes to get here
[Didi😍: Everyone is gonna kill you if you waste even a second more minus me though I'm the nice one :)
[Didi😍: You're missing out on all this good champagne, sis.
[Didi: I'm killing the dance floor with your favorite song and you aren't here to watch
[Didi😍: I have no words for you, girl
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After seeing Didi's message, I didn't need to be told twice to get my lazy ass ready.

Instantaneously, I started looking for what to wear, which didn't take me as long as it usually would (probably because I was scared for my life of what my friends would do if I was even a second late). I settled for a red denim jacket, a black tank top, blank cargo pants, and my red and black Air Jordans, throwing them on my bed before darting into the bathroom.

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