Small Town Kiss

Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening

*ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, ALL THE SINGLE LADIES, SO PUT YOUR HANDS U-*
I smashed my hand over my clock to turn off the alarm.
"I will not put my hands up." I mumbled into my pillow.
I turned over and glanced at the time: 4:45 am. Ugh. I need to get up.
But the blankets are so warm...
And if I get up I'll be cold...
And my bed is so comfy...
Neagghhhghhh!
I sorta Serena Williams grunted myself out of bed. Scared myself a bit, too. I took a few steps forward and stubbed my toe on my still empty suitcase. Guess I'll just go nude.
Just kidding, I need to finish (well actually start) packing. But, and here's the real challenge, what to pack?
My phone lit up before I could actually think, and I grabbed it, desperately wanting to take my mind off leaving Dallas for the whole winter.
julia_loves_dance83064 commented on your picture.
I swiped open Instagram and looked at my latest picture. I smiled back at me and my best friend Leoisa (Leo for short). We looked like complete goofs in that picture; she was on my back and I was leaning to one side, about to fall.
Leo was beautiful. She had short blonde hair that went to her neck, huge green eyes, and the brightest (and widest) smile. The comment read: Y'all are so cute together! Have fun in Nebraska, Isabella!
I'm so glad she gets to come with me! I don't know what I would do without her.
*beep!*
My alarm read 5:00 am.
Crap.
Gotta go fast!!
Today I found out literally my whole closet could fit in 2 suitcases. Not a shirt left behind! I remembered to grab my chargers and headphones and was out the door by 5:30. I loaded all my stuff into the back of my white Prius (using another Serena Williams grunt), grabbed a basketball out of the garage, and was off.
Good timing, too. I had enough time at the red lights to check my reflection in the mirror.
"Not bad." I thought to myself.
I had long brown hair with a set of matching eyes. My friends always were jealous of my long eyelashes and on fleek eyebrows, but what can I say? Guess I'm just *flips hair* easy, breezy beautiful, cover girl.
As I pulled into Leo's driveway, there was a lot of barking. Leo's a bit of a dog lover.... Hence her freaking 8 dogs. How does she handle that much poop?
She stumbled out the door with like 7 different bags in her hand after I honked at her to hurry up.
"What's up Izzy!!!"
"Leo!" I scolded, "how in the world are we going to fit all of that?" She smiled up at me and yelled, "you just gotta belieeeevve!" I sighed.
"I believe we will never get out of Dallas if we are too slow and the early morning traffic hits." Leo, still ignoring me, stuffed most of her bags in the back and put the rest in between us.
"Ready?" I asked her.
"Sir yes sir!" She said, her hand flying us to salute me.
"Weeeeee'reeee outta here!" I said, stepping on the gas.