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1.

M: the soccer player is kinda hot
S: yh ok.
M: you guys would look cute af
S: me and harry? no thank u
M: comeeee onnn
S: he's not my type
M: then what's ur type?
S: don't hve one
M: but u said...ok.
S: now stop trying to fix my love life and go read a book.
M: as if
S: byeeeee
M: No
M: nO
M: OH WANT U STAYYY WITH MEEE
M: y do I bother.
M: loserrrr
M: bye
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Harry and I?
No. Never. He's a jock that's trying to get the whole 12th grade pregnant.
He's just like... nevermind.
Anyways, I'm not dealing with guys this year.

This year is my last year of hell (high school) so all my grades have to be at the best. Last year of high school means college, and college means Juilliard. Juilliard. Even the name brings a smile to my face.
Juilliard.
Juilliard.
Juilliard.
I basically have my last year of high school planned out. Go to all of my classes on time, do all the homework, pass all the tests, and a little extra credit doesn't hurt. Of course in between all my school work, I still have a social life. I have 2 amazing friends.
Maggie, the outgoing over the top blonde, that got accepted to Yale.
Chris, the sassy, artsy, outgoing gay, that wants to get out of high school.
Then there's me. Skylar. I honestly don't know what to say about myself. That's for you to figure out.
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After 30 minutes of playing Mr. Jump on my phone, I got tired and put my phone down. I looked around my room to see what color I should change my walls this month. Right now it was currently baby blue with white fluffy clouds, painted at the very top of the walls.
I don't remember why I chose this design, but my room looked like a baby nursery.

Time for a change.

I changed my joggers into light washed ripped skinny jeans, grabbed my long sleeved white crop top out of my closet, and put on my white air forces. I grabbed my keys from my desktop and headed downstairs.

Working late, there's some Chinese in the fridge.
xoxo, Mom

I sighed, threw the note away, closed all the lights and left.

To the art store I go.

"Sky! Sky! Where are you going?" yelled my little sister, Chole.

I almost forgot that I'm not the only child.

"To the art store, so go put your shoes on" I said

Couple minutes later she came back with her shoes on.

"Ok great let's go"

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