The Sunshine State of Mind

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So, I'm ubber excited on how this story is going. I tried really hard so it wouldn't be some cliché story with predicable a ending. It was really hard at first but after finally figuring out the storyline it kinda seems to flow. So here you go. Oh! I forgot to say hi. How rude of me. I am truly sorry. Hi and Bye.

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 Dɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴍɪʟᴇs - Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴡᴏ

                                          *   Tʜᴇ Sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴅ   *

I woke up to the smell of bacon and sausage calling my name. I stretched my limbs as far as could and yawned causing my ears to vibrate at the low hum I made.Thankfully, I found myself in my bed. Dad probably carried my to my room last night knowing I would wake up with an aching pain in my neck if he left me in the screening room. My parents, especially dad, knows I can be unbearable if I'm in pain. My teens years haven't been the most peaceful ones to my parents.

I untangled myself from the mess of bed sheets and got off bed successfully. That is until I walked away from my bed to find that my ankle was tangled in a bed sheet. I rapidly fell to the hardwood floor with an ''Ooof" to accompany the bruise I probably received.    

After taking a short shower and brushing my teeth, I went downstairs humming a song I heard yesterday when I watched a fraction of that movie. Daddy of coarse, was cooking breakfast and even though I was awaken by the serenating smell of bacon, I decide on just eating an apple. I lightly limp from the crash I had earlier today. As I move towards my daddy to kiss his cheek and give him a cheerful 'Good morning Daddy' I listen to the music that's tuned in on the radio.

I start humming the portions of the song that I know. That song sounds quite familiar. Actually, I'm pretty sure it's the song I heard last night in that movie I watched. Curiosity struck me as I heard the song play through the stereo of the silver radio.

"Daddy? Do you know what this song is called?" I observed him as he bounced up and down while he whisked eggs in a bowl. He briefly glanced at me and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I actually heard this song before, when I was your age." he smiled warmly at me and kept bobbing his head up and down.

"Wow, that old huh?" he looked at me with an amused look and scoff, " Princess, how old do you think I am?" at this I can't help but laugh in response.

"So what's it called?" I said, changing the topic back. Curiosity is more like a curse than a trait to me. I can't help but wonder off and try new things. Sometimes, it's a bit of let down, like when I tried wasabi.

 "I don't know the exact name of the song. I think it has something to do wi-" daddy's cell phone rang and he immediately answered. "Hello?" He mouthed the words 'stay there' and 'it's your dad' pointing at the cell phone in-between his shoulder and cheek while he pour the whisked eggs into the frying pan. After the omelet was securely in the process of cooking, daddy held the phone closer to his face and said, "Oh, that's pretty soon. Okay, I'll get the stuff we need and you get the passports and tickets for the flight." I suddenly perked up from my daze and looked at me daddy with pure excitement and curiosity. "Okay, well see you later babe, bye."

I looked at daddy waiting for him to explain me what I'm expecting him to say. He looked at me with amusement, probably cause I was about to say vacation time and whoop with joy.

"Pack you bags, cause at six we're leaving." he looked at his wristwatch as I jumped up and down with joy. I suddenly noticed I only had an hour and a half till our flight. I ran for my bedroom to pack for my three month adventure.

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Hey, hope you enjoyed. We are off to Florida, the sunshine state. Can anyone tell me what Florida has to offer? Not much really, just beaches, palm trees, boys, frozen yogurt, nigh clubs, boys, seagulls and oh! did I mention boys? start voting and I might just consider suggestions.

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