School Time

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After looking in the mirror I decided if I want to make it to school on time that I should go ahead and go down stairs to eat my breakfast.

My mom, Shelly, made french toast. French toast is my favorite! I sit at the bar and start eating. I must have been shoving it in, because my mom finally said " You could at least taste it."

"Sorry. I'm just so hungry, and you know this is my favorite!"

I quickly finished the french toast, grabbed my keys and left the house.

I arrived at school, on time, surprisingly. "Hailey! Hailey!" My friends called in unison as I stepped out of my car. My friends and I never neglected each other. We like to make the others feel loved, since we really don't get noticed by the populars. That isn't a problem though.

I meet them. They start talking about their summer. I care, I really do, I just don't feel like listening today. When they are done we go to the office to get our schedules for the year.

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