Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Hailie|

*2014

I awoke to the relaxing sound of the ripples alarm. Popping my eyes open, I checked my phone. The daylight seeped in, me rolling over to conserve the darkness. I checked Twitter, favorited some hilarious tweets, declining Stan's follow requests and posted an update.

My phone then chimed the sound of Marimbas and I knew my best friend, Arielle Jessica Welsh was trying to FaceTime me. I went to my texts as she started to FaceTime me again. The lime green accept button just looked so acceptable. But I knew I looked shlitty, so I hit decline.

Ari👯| Bro, where are u?
Me| I look like a potato🙈😂
Ari👯| Same😂. We can be the Potato Squad!😂
Me| No😂
Ari👯| You are 0 fun😂😂
Me: Ilyt😘😂

I threw off my thick cornflower blue comforter and colorless sheets and walked to into my attached closet. Contrary to what everyone believes, I don't have a thousand types of clothes and a thousand more Tumblr-esqe shoes. Taking a regular pair of denim shorts and a silky, black cropped sweater with crosses on it, I paired it with my black Vans. I hopped my legs wouldn't freeze off. November was not kind to Michigan.

I curled up my blonde hair so it could fall in soft, easy waves. I pushed a thin black headband through it. I'd been playing a local radio station and right then, the song "Guts Over Fear" by none other than my father featuring the talented Sia. I rolled my eyes.

Right after I completed my routine with a line of eyeliner and a swipe of red lipstick, Whitney came bursting in. Her lengthy ash blonde ponytail was swinging behind her in unison. She's wearing an Ed Sheeran t-shirt and a pair of black leggings. She's twelve, and her interests showed it.

"Dude, I need your eyeliner!" She pleaded.

"Why, you look fine without it." I said, grabbing my pastel pink book bag and putting in my binder, papers, books etc.

"You don't get it! Calum, the hottest guy in my class, said I looked pretty with it on yesterday. I need it on today!" She begged, I rolled my eyes and threw the inky tube.

She cheered and left. I walked out, toting he bag my hands. I had slipped in my earbuds and was now playing Halsey, her being my favorite artist at the moment.

I ate some yogurt and cereal. My mom was in the living room, sitting on one of the overstuffed, white love seats. She was watching T.V., her ponytail being only visible thing from the kitchen.

Running over, I kissed her forehead and she wished me a good day at school. I replied with the standard "have a good day at work", her working from home. I got in my black Honda Accord and drove off to school.

On the way there, I got a call from my Dad, his ringtone interrupting "Little Game" by Benny that had been blasting from my Spotify. I hit the "accept" button and waited a few seconds.

"Um, Hailie?" He asked, kind of uncertain if I could hear him. He's such a dinosaur when it comes to technology.

"Yeah?" I answered, driving down Arielle's street. The houses were smaller with an extended wooden staircase leading up to the front door.

"Have a good day, okay baby?" He said, whole heartedly. It caused a red illness, known as blushing, to sneak up my cheeks. He always said these things and it's just pure habit that I blush.

"Thanks Dad. How's recording?" I inquired slowly. I parked outside Arielle's house and beeped twice.

"Oh, it's going well. The guys all asked 'bout you." He said, sounding tired as fug.

"Well, you sound super tired, and thanks for the updates." I said as Arielle and Britney Welsh floated into view.

"You're welcome. Bye sweetie."