Part 6 - Rowan

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It was early in the morning and the sun was barely even up yet.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth as i noticed my extremely messy blond hair in the mirror in front of me. I tried to fix it by brushing my fingers through it but that only made it worse. 

I sighed and finished brushing my teeth before going to my closet to find something to wear, something suitable for the cold weather of October. 

I wasn't really looking forward to class today, expect I did have Mr. Harrison for first period so that would mean I would get to sit next to Zoey. I smiled thinking about it but quickly shook out of it.

I threw on a baggy tee shirt and a pair of beige cargo pants before leaping down the stair case to the first floor. Mom wasn't home, she had an overnight shift at the retirement home she worked at. I swung open the fridge to try and find something to eat but the thought of the effort I was going to have to put into making my lunch for school just made me shut the door.

I grabbed my bag and left through the front door, beginning my walk to school.

I was going to have to go to Dad's tonight since it was Friday and the thought of it made me sigh. Dad was always on my back and being at his house for the weekend meant I was going to be on his watch the entire time. I knew he was going to point out every little thing I did, from the way I walked to the way i talked.

I closed my eyes, trying to brush away the thought of it. I could think about all of that once my day at school would be over.

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I finally reached the front doors to Westfield Academy. It was a very big building with a few floors and the outside of it was covered by these dark brown bricks. The structure was also covered in many windows with accents of white to break up all the brown. It was a also a rectangular building with a flat roof.

I entered the facility and made my way to the locker but Zoey wasn't there, she must already be in Mr. Harrison's class.

Zoey Patterson, why couldn't I stop thinking about her.

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