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(EMBER'S POV)

- "Beep...beep...beep"

7:05am

The sound of my alarm pierced through the comfort of my blanket. My eyelids felt heavy, my feet were cold, my emotions were numb. Just a regular Tuesday morning. I peek outside the shutters of my window, the sound of the droplets of rain sounded soothing and therapeutic. This was nice.

I slip out of my ratty old pyjamas and force myself into my school uniform. A plain red tie, blue knee high socks, navy blue blazer, a white blouse and a black pleated skirt. I brushed my outfit as I stared into the mirror.

- "Is that really how I look in the morning?" I thought to myself.

I manage to put on my mascara and eyeliner without poking my poor eyeballs out. I checked the time on my phone, 7:20. I rushed downstairs to see my mom and and my brother Caleb sitting at the table.

- "Well look who finally decided to get out of bed, good morning Ember."

- "Ha ha very funny, but it's already 7:36 and I can't be late to school."

I swing my bag over my shoulders and slip on my black vans as I walk to my best friend of 9 years' house. Kylee and I met in kindergarten when we both had a crush on the same boy, Alexander Maraan. Still the cutest guy in my high school if I had to admit it. I quickly jump onto Kylee's porch escaping the rain, my hair would not deal with that. I ring the bell and surprise surprise Kylee was still sleeping. Typical. I make a mental note to kill her later. The walk to school was only 15 minutes, it couldn't be that bad.

I was wrong. The walk to school was hell. As I ring out my wet hair I stumble into my boyfriend, Liam.

- "Oh my god I'm sorry. Shi- shoot, I mean, now you're wet."

My words kept flowing out of my mouth, this morning was not going well for me. Liam laughed at my obvious embarrassment.

- "Shut up Liam I'll fight you."

- "Mhm I'm very scared of my 5 foot tall girlfriend of 124 pounds. The same one who cried when she accidentally step on a snail and killed it." He said holding back a laugh.

I burned up and my cheeks were the colour of a firetruck. If only they could put out my embarrassment. He pulled me in for a hug and whispered in my ear.

- "I'll pick you up at 7:00 tonight wear something nice."

He kissed my warm cheeks as walked away as the bell rung. God I love him.

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