I jerked out of my bed as my alarm clock cried next to me. I tapped it once so it would stop, and got up out of my bed lazily.
Mondays through Wednesdays were the days I did not want to be bothered. It was still the beginning of the week, and it seemed like teachers hated you the most, on those specific days.
I looked myself in the mirror glad that none of my friends were here to witness me. I sleep like a party animal, I mean I never understood how I go to bed looking decent, but I wake up as Frankensteins next wife.
As I got in the shower the hot water woke up every area in my body since it didn't want to function right. I quickly washed up not wetting my hair since it was probably to late for that. I got out and did everything I normally would do. Wash my face, put on some lotion, perfum and deodorant.
When I was done with everything, I quickly put on some coverup, concealer, mascara and i added a little bit of my eos on to my lips. Since I woke up a little bit past the time I normally would have woken up, I couldn't curl my hair so I just put it into a messy pony tail.
For clothing I decided to put on my leggings with an oversized sweater. From the looks of it, it might actually rain here in California. I was just going to wear my studded combat boots.
"Georgia?" my mom yelled. I quickly grabbed my bag and phone along with my books and folders. She's going to kill me.
"Georgia? Are you up?" she sounded as if she was getting closer to my bedroom. Before I could even run out the room to meet her halfway, I bumped right into her dropping some things.
"You woke up late didn't you?"
"No I've been up, just running a little behind on-"
"I don't care." she said cutting me off. She handed me an apple and water.
"Just go. Marcel is waiting for you."
Why's Marcel here? Never mind that. I was upset that I didn't get to have an actual breakfast. Who's fault was that though? I picked up my things hurriedly.
Being late always freaked me out. I felt like it was the end of the world and its not something I like.
"Remember what I said." my mother said as I pushed past her to see Marcel standing by the doorway.
"Yeah I got it mom. No need to remind me."
Marcel looked up, as I ran down the stairs.
"Ready?"
"Yeah." he said opening the door for me. He was such a gentlemen. Rider wouldn't have done that.
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Teenage Appeal
Fanfiction"Hi my name is Marcel." he held out his hand, meaning for me to shake it. "Oh, hi I'm um, Georgia." I said as I took his warm, sweaty palm into mine. By the looks of it, I could tell I was making him a little nervous.
