... 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
It's Thursday morning which means it's my first day at my new school and damn, let me tell you. I am so fucking nervous. I mean more nervous than I was before my talent show in the 8th grade and that was pretty bad. I peed myself before walking on the stage.
After 10 minutes of staying in bed and avoiding how horrible this day is going to be, I get up to get ready for my day. 6:15am my phone read. I am not really sure why I woke up super early because school doesn't start until 8:00am but I do want to look my best. None of these people have seen me since 7th grade, and as a sophomore in high school, i've changed.. a lot.
My feet hit the floor and I begin to scramble into one of my many boxes of clothes. After throwing things left and right, I finally found a good first day of school outfit. I put on my favorite playboy crop top from pacsun, dark blue ripped flared jeans from garage, and university blue jordan 4s.
"Hey. You almost ready?" Andrew asks, coming into my room.
"One, Aw, you're taking me? And two, knock next time. Few minute before, I was naked." I say, tying my sneakers.
"Ew." He says, cringing.
"Exactly." I say, looking at him.
He eventually walks out after I wait for him to do so.
I let my natural hair out today and wear my hair down. After doing my hair and straightening over it, I do my makeup. I do concealer under my baggy eyes, contour, blush, highlighter, and lipgloss to make my lips look juicy.
After grabbing my phone and everything I need to bring to school, I walk into the bathroom and begin to brush my teeth.
"Ugh!" I groan, realizing now I have to put lipgloss again.
I walk down the stairs to see breakfast made already. Waffles with powdered sugar, hash browns, and eggs. It looks so good.
"Who made all of this food? It looks amazing?" I ask Frank, as I take a seat next to Andrew.
He smiles.
"Our chef did." He says, taking a bite of the eggs on his plate.
Andrew and I both look at each other at the same time in a what the fuck kinda look.
After, Andrew and I both finish, we put our plates in the sink. 7:38am the clock on my phone read.
"I should probably go now just so I have some time before my class starts." I say, grabbing my backpack that I filled with some supplies last minute, last night.
