The sun threatened to wake me up from my peaceful slumber. I shared a apartment with my best friend, Cara. I remember her saying something about meeting her new boyfriend. But I'll be honest I don't Want to get out if bed. I slowly rolled over rubbing my eyes and fluttering them open to come face to fake with Cara. "Toni? Toni wake up loser.." She whispered poking my cheek. I groaned and pushed a strand of hair away from my eye to get full vision. She was sitting Indian style on the side of my bed watching me this girl scares me at times. I thought as I sat up yawning a couple times before fully regaining vision after a few tears cascaded my pale face. She sighed standing up her curvy figure making shadows across the wall. "Hurry, we're meeting Vic and his friends for lunch at 3." Then, she was out the room giggling all the way down the hallway. I sighed, rising from my grey sheets. I just got over a break up, for four years my abusive boyfriend had me wrapped around his finger. Now I'm free. Finally. I walked to the mirror, my hair sticking up in many directions. I yawned walking into the bathroom, undressing and getting in the shower.
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After my soothing shower I decided to go with a black sleeveless half shirt, my black emoji leggings, some white converse, and my plain black and white key street snap back. I felt like total shit. I didn't wanna go. But little did I know, I met my soul mate that day. And now I regret nothing.
