"God dammit", I thought to myself as I woke up at 6:30 a.m. "School again.. " it was my first day at my new school, Bronx High School, or whatever is it called, I literally don't care about it anyways. . .
My name is Ashley Junkins, a senior. I'm 17 years old, and a tall girl, 5'8" with long chocolate brown hair and eyes. I live alone in a small apartment. I love to watch American Dad and sleep, like seriously, I sleep like a bear on hibernation. I'll tell you more about me later .
I sat down on my bed as I looked for my phone like crazy, I started looking under the covers just to find my phone fucking dead.
- "Oh my fucking God, seriously!?" I yelled as I got up and put it to charge.
I stretched, opened the door and went downstairs just to see my lonely apartment. I sighed as I opened the refrigerator and served me some Cocoa Puffs cereal. I ate it and just put the plate and spoon in the sink, then I saw the clock that was on my wall and oh my god why.
It was fucking 7:39 a.m.
- "WHAT!?" I ran upstairs and just looked for my black American Eagle jeans, a gray sports hoodie and my black vans. After I got dressed, I untied my messy bun and ran to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth, put on some powder and lip balm, didn't even bother brushing my hair. I looked for my phone just to see it didn't even charge, it was at 6%.
Fuck IPhones, man.
I grabbed my backpack and ran to the bus stop.
- "Thank God" I said quietly after I noticed the bus has not passed yet, I sat down, took out my phone and waited, listening to some music until it died.
I was just looking down at my phone, then when I looked up, damn, what did I see.
A guy with dark skin, he was about 6'1, kinda buff, with nice hair and nerdy glasses, sitting on the bus stop in front of mine. When I saw him I couldn't do anything but stare at him.
He had everything I dreamt about.
