after the death of her mother, leighton's father sends her to a boarding school halfway across the world to be taught a lesson. she knows no one and no one knows her.
but the cherry on top is who her roommate is.
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"young, dumb, broke, high school kids"
-young dumb & broke by khalid
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"Shower time!" Bailey exclaims as we get out shower bags ready to walk to the public showers. Its 7 in the evening and thats the time that people usually stay in their campsites so prefect time!
"Yes ma'am!" I exclaim and add my towel to my shower bag.
We spent all day in the ocean and my hair is begging for a wash.
We exit the campsite, walking on the concrete by the beach to get to the showers.
I choose shower 8 and Bailey chooses shower 1.
I grab my dollar bill and slip it into the machine and the water turns on. I speed run to get the perfect shower.
Its a dollar for three minutes so I dedicate the first dollar to washing my hair.
I keep my sandals on because ew.
I start washing and scrubbing the roots of my hair, my nails scratching my scalp by mistake.
"Leighton!" I hear Bailey exclaim, echoing through the showers.
"Yeah?!" I exclaim back.
"Do you have an extra dollar?" She yells and I groan.
"Bailey I'm not walking out of my shower to give you a dollar bill,"
"Ugh," She sighs. "Fine!"
6 minutes later and I'm done with my shower.
I struggle to get my pajama pants on without getting them wet.
"yes," I silently compliment myself.
I brush my hair and ring out the extra water.
I wrap it in a towel turban and dry the rest of the water as best as I can.
After, I place my towel and clothes in my shower bag.
I unlock the door and sit on a rock waiting for Bailey.
She comes skipping and smiling.
"Why are you so happy?" I smile.
"Becauuuseee," She smirks.
"Oh?" I'm so confused.
"Mhm,"
What?
Okay just go along with it.
"C'mon, the guys are probably wondering where we are."
"Yup,"
Bailey and I walk back from the showers, our flip-flops slapping against the sandy path.
"That was refreshing," Bailey says, running a hand through her damp hair. "I love the smell of the ocean in the evening."
