... 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ...
❝if something is truly meant to be,
it will always find it's way back to you. ❞
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→ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a teenage girl with a
heavy heart and a heavy past forgi...
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MEGAN
I wake up to the sound of what I would usually call my school alarm.
"Ugh!" I groan loudly, once again except it's the last time in this house that i've called home for the past 3 years.
This time i'm not waking up for school. I'm waking up to leave to Virginia.
I roll out of bed, dramatically and drag myself to the bathroom to get ready for whatever the day awaits for me.
I start the shower and as I wait for the water to heat up, I brush my teeth.
I step into the shower and let the hot water hit my back.
There's probably no better feeling I love more than the relaxation my body goes into from a nice hot shower.
After fully waking up, I begin to wash my face, my hair and body.
After about what feels like five minutes, I shut the water off and step out the shower. I grab my towel and dry my whole body dry, head to toe.
I walk to my bedroom leaving little wet footprints behind ever step I took.
I stare at the outfit I had left out for myself the night before. A "Werenottotallystrangers" hoodie and black lulu lemon biker shorts.
I place the outfit over my now, dry body.
I sit on my bedroom floor and put on white nike socks, folding them half way past my ankle.
After that, I put my hair in a messy, side braid which should last me the whole day without getting messed up.
I already know for sure I will be falling asleep in that car on the way to Virginia.
I grab the left over things I had in my room that needed to be packed up in a extra box my mother had left for me beside my blow up mattress. I pack my toothbrush, shower stuff, leftover makeup I had pulled out, my phone charger, and the blow up mattress last.
I go downstairs with the big box in both of my hands. I peep over the side of the box, watching my steps to make sure I don't trip. I see my mom coming in and out of the house, grabbing stuff from the house and putting them in the car.
There was no breakfast on the counter so I guess we will be stopping while we are on the road which I don't mind.
Breakfast from a restaurant or diner is always a better choice.
My mother comes back inside once the whole house was empty. She checks upstairs and downstairs to make sure we aren't forgetting anything.
