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"Logan! Lauren's here! Get up!" My mother screeched to me from downstairs.
I fell out of bed- literally -and headed over to my closet. I took my ripped skinny jeans off of its hanger, and with great difficulty, put them on my long, skinny legs. I then took the first shirt I saw, a white Attila tee, out of my closet and put it on over my skinny torso.
"Heeey, Laur!" I said as my blonde friend walked into my room. She held a Nutella jar in one hand, and a spoon in the other.
"Sup, Rat," She greeted me, and I rolled my eyes.
"Can I have some?" I asked, and pointed to the Nutella jar.
"Nope. Now finish getting ready so we can leave," She said, and stuck the spoon in the jar.
I rushed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and combed out my almost orange looking hair. (Word from the wise, if you try to bleach black dye out of your hair, it doesn't quite turn completely white like it's supposed to. It kinda turns a brownish orange color.)
I then put on my black Vans, told Lauren I was ready, and walked out of the front door.
Time to get this school year over with.
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