Brittany POV
Ring, ring, ring.
I groan loudly as I shut my alarm off. I sit up in my bed. Why do I have to get up so damn early? I think to myself.
My mom answers for me. "Brittany, hurry up or your going to be late for your first day of school!" My mom shouts from downstairs.
Oh shit! I forgot it's my first day of school. And my last year at school!
"Coming, mom!"
I quickly get out of bed and go to my closet. I hate school so much because I have no friends. Except for Maria. I snap out of my thoughts and grab whatever reaches my hand first, not checking to see what it is.
I get in the shower, get my clothes on as fast as lightning, brush my teeth and brush my hair and grab my school bag.
I look in the mirror and gasp at what I see. I'm wearing a white crop top with blue jean shorts. I never wear this stuff to school! I always wear nerd clothes.
Ugh, I check my watch and I don't have enough time to change. I rush down the stairs and grab an apple.
"Hi mom, bye mom," I say in a rush. I fling out the door as soon as I do, Maria's car pulls up.
"Hey bitch, you ready for our last year?" She asks excitedly as I get in the car.
"Yea, I guess,"
We soon pull into the parking lot and get our schedules.
"Yes! Maria says. We have 3 classes together!"
I chuckle at my best friends enthusiasm.
"Come on crazy person, lets go to our lockers,"
As we are walking down the halls, Maria is chatting loudly about everything and I'm partially listening to her and watching her, when I run into a brick wall.
"Oww, shit that freaking hurt," I yell.
"Then maybe watch where you're going next time," I hear a deep but sexy voice.
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Hey guys! I hope you like it. It will get better once I have more of an idea of what to write. If I accidentally used any names or plots or anything that wasn't originally mine I am sorry. I did not mean for that.
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