The alarm plays the song strut the block by Audeka.
"Ugh! Morning already?!" I moaned as I rolled out of bed (quite literally, might I add). Thud. "Sasha, are you okay up there?" I heard my mom question from the floor below.
"Yeah, Mom. I'm okay. Don't worry about it," I yelled down the stairs.
"What to wear? What to wear? Ah ha! My favorite high waisted leggings, my batman high low shirt, and vans," I said proudly to myself. I went to the bathroom to apply some makeup, to brush my teeth, and to comb my hair. I then found my favorite grey beanie to tame my crazy lion's mane everyone else calls hair. "Sasha! You're going to be late for the first day of school!" Mom shouted up the stairs. Crap, I'm going to be late! Grab your backpack and camera and head out to the bus. And hey, idiot, don't forget your phone today! I thought hurriedly.
To be continued...
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The Photograph
Teen FictionAn amateur photographer gets wrapped up in the world, forgetting about everyone. Until a special group of people come into her life.
