kayden delamare
"i don't make promises, no, i never say forever. Never in a million did i think we'd be together, R-" i cut off my phone alarm that was blasting 'skin tight by: niykee heaton'.
i rubbed my face, trying to wipe away the tiredness from my eyes.
oh dang, where are my manners.
hello earthlings, my name is kayden gloriana delamare. i'm 17 years old. i have black hair and deep brown eyes. i'm fairly short, 5'4" to be precise a--
"kayden gloriana delamare!!" my mom yelled probably thinking i wasn't awake.
instead of answering her, i just waited til she came up here.
after maybe a second or so from when she called me, she came into my room and looked at me with an annoyed face.
"hurry up, you have half an hour before school" she said leaving out my room.
i grabbed my towel and phone then walked into the bathroom.
i took my shower and thought about everything that might happen today.
"kayden, twenty minutes!!" my mom yelled outside the bathroom door.
"okay!!" i yelled back cutting my water off and getting out.
i walked back into my room and began picking out my outfit for today.
i grabbed a gray 'stussy' t-shirt, a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a pair of black air force ones.
after i was done dressing, i grabbed my 'PINK' grey backpack and my phone then headed downstairs for breakfast.
i grabbed a bowl and made myself some cereal.
my mom and i had a short conversation before i had to head to school cough *hell* cough, man i think i'm coming down with something.
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lean; s.w.
Teen Fiction"i don't drink" i said, trying to be polite. "okay, well try this" he said, handing me a styrofoam cup filled almost to the top with a purple substance and jolly ranchers. {LOWER CASED ON PURPOSE}
