Neoma's P.O.V.
Ugh.
I hate mornings, especially Mondays.
Before I opened my eyes I put my arm over my head as I sighed to myself.
'Another boring day'
I whipped my blanket off and Pulled my legs over the side of the bed. And I sighed yet again as I heard my mom yell for at least the third time to get up.
"Yeah yeah." I muttered ask I wipped the tired daze from my face and headed for the bathroom
I guess I better go to school today. I don't know why but I have a weird feeling today will be . . . . More interesting, than normal days.
As I packed my bag for school I made sure to pack almost al my new hetalia shit I received yesterday in the mail.
I had two notebooks one with the hetalia logo and the axis the other with the hetalia logo and the allies. I also had all my pins on my black bag with all my favorite hetalia quotes. As I put Americas bomber jacket on while I was looking for the bus, I I saw it coming down the street from my place at the doors I walked out the door in my jeans grey off-brand sneakers, and white camisole under the famous jacket. As I got on the bus I examined everybody in there costomary spot and sat down into mine. As I sat down I swung my bag around and put it on my lap, I opened the front pouch and took out my tablet and head phones and plonked my head phones into my ears.I turned on my tablet and played American Idiot by Green day. I closed my eyes to catch some sleep in the 30 minute ride to school.
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There first chapter done I'm uploading this right after I uploaded the character description so yay. Bye
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