Life's Line.

Chapter 1: The beginning.

I open my eyes as my old Hanna Montana alarm sings "Party In the U.S.A".

"Oh Hannah Montana what happend you. You went from country to twerking." I laugh as I jump out of bed and head to my kitchen.

My tiny shipoo(shitzu and poodle)dog, Garnet nips at my night socks to greet me.

"No." I say.

My mom told me since she was three months old still she needed to learn not to bite. I grab a box of Cocoa Puffs and dump it into a red bowl. Then I reach over to my fridge and pour milk in.

"Bòn áppetitte." I say in a slightly bad French accent.

I finish eating my cereal and waltz into my room.

"The first day of school." "What should I wear. " I ask myself.

I look around my light purple room and run towards my white, tall, dresser. Since it's in the late summer, I layed out an outfit the night before, consisting of dark wash shorts, a universe themed tank-top, and some "You're Bacon Me Crazy." socks. I slipped it all on then I laced up my maroon colored convers. I grab a pair of dice hearings from my earing holder, then I put them on. I head towards the door after grabbing my flower print, brown leather strapped, back-pack.

I yell "See you later Garnet! "I'll be back soon!"

I lock and shut the door behind me. Running to my stop I hear my phone buzz. The text message was from my life-long friend, Heather.