Nikki and Izzy are just average high schoolers. Nothing ever really happens that's exciting. Its the same routine, over and over again. Until...
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<><><>Nikki's POV<><><>
I woke up to my alarm clock, blaring whatever overplayed music was on the radio. I rubbed my eyes, and sat up in my bed, and looked in the mirror. I saw my normally straight blonde hair in a tangled mess, and my blue-green eyes tired, instead of lively. Yesterday's makeup was smeared on my face, and I was clothed in some black short shorts and a magenta tank top.
I hopped into the shower, and let the warm water wake me up. Once I was done I wrapped a towel around my body, and a towel around my hair. Once I dried myself off, and blow dried my hair I changed into an aqua spaghetti strap, with a dark grey crop top over it. I put on some white shorts, slipped on some sleek black flip-flops and threw my hair into a messy bun. I applied the ritual shimmer brown eyeshadow,
I lumbered downstairs for breakfast, and fixed myself an iced coffee, and sipped it as I was checking my iPhone for new messages. Nothing new, and nothing I really wanted to respond to, so I just sipped my coffee and watched for my best friend, Izzy. She always drove me to school every morning. As I saw her car pull into my driveway, I slung my Vera Bradley tote around my shoulder. It was "Island Bloom," my favorite pattern.
I sauntered down the driveway and opened the door to her cherry red convertible. She can afford waaayyyy more than I can.With a piece of Nutella toast in my mouth, I swiftly got in and we sped off to school.
<><><>Izzy's POV<><><>
I woke up early, like I did every day, to my alarm clock. My shoulder-length brown hair was suprisingly not a mess, and it was straight down my back. I ran a brush through it anyway, and pulled some of it to the front. I applied black mascara to my lashes, and looked at my blue eyes in the mirror. I smiled, and got dressed.
After I showered, I put on a navy spagetti strap with ruffles and put on some white jean shorts. I left my hair down today, and put on some basic navy flats. After making a smoothie, I got in my cherry red convertible to pick up my best friend, Nikki or Nicole, for school.
I hopped in and put the keys in the ignition. We live a couple blocks away so it wasn't a long drive. I pulled up in front of her house and honked. A few seconds later, Nikki tambour the door with her book bag and a piece of Nutella toast in her mouth she threw her bag in the back and hopped in.
"Busy morning?" I asked her.
"You have no idea," she replied.
She then turned on my radio and blasted When I Was Your Man. This was our scream signing song. It took us around 10 minutes to get to school. We grabbed our bags and walked into the school, down the hall, and to our lockers. Thankfully we have lockers right next to each other so it was easy to talk to each other.
"See you during 3rd period?" I asked her.
"Yup. See you later," she replied as we walked our separate ways.
And that's how our story begins....
