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I'm Stella. An average teen aged girl, whom happens to have a life completely the opposite from average.

Yes, most people like me rant on about how their parents aren't letting them get a tattoo, or something or rather like that. Well, I don't do that, I find it childish and...annoying.

Now, this is the story of my, so called "Average" teen life.

I'm still quite interested in what would happen. I move away, yes, what most teens would rant on about.

But, I don't think this story ends up too bad, I mean,don't what's the worst that could happen?

Beep, wake up! Beep, get up! BEEP, HURRY UP!

I groaned, the annoying little alarm my mother had set up for me blamed through what it seemed like the world.

I slowly opened one eye, light bathed my room in warmth, and my room was still a complete mess!

Chip packets, apple cores, box controllers and sweet wrappers were drowning my floor. Now, usually, I'm a pretty tidy person, my room would be absolutely spotless in 5 minutes flat.

I guess it's a habit. My mother would always pester me,

"Clean your room Stella! Or you're not going ANYWHERE!"

I mean, who wouldn't go do it if a dragon would be screeching and breathing fire down at you?