The door flung open"Get up!Your going to be late!!"The light then flipped on and I then open my eyes and my gaze meets my mom's who just scowls and slams the door."Ugh.."I say in a sleepy tone and I then move my legs over the edge of the bed and let my feet hit the cold floor. I then stand up and look in the mirror,glossy grey eyes,long brown hair over a thin frame. Yep,still the same.. I sigh frustrated, God, why can't I change? Walking into the closet I grab a black tank top and slide it on over my head and then a pair of skinny jeans following with a red flannel over. I then sit myself down and start applying my daily routine and soon after. Make-up, check. Perfume, check. Okay,let's go. Standing up, I then stretch in a last attempt to wake myself up and then grab my bags and head out the door. I look over to my dad who was late of course while getting his car keys. Walking to front door I swung it open and I am greeted by stinging cold, Just lovely. I then get in my dad's truck and he does too. Not much conversation went on,it seemed like all my words where spent and turned into thoughts while thinking about the two who never left my mind.
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See you around, Goofball
Короткий рассказHis face is in the crowd. The color of his eyes is the only color she sees now. He's on her mind all the time. Only bad thing is she wants to be with him too
