I'm so proud of you!

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I awoke this morning, looked around my room it was a decent sized room with soft taupe walls, and white linen accents and drapery, it had a television, not a giant one but about a fifty inch, my room was great, just to be me and hang out alone. I climbed out of my four-poster canopy bed, and walked into my ensuite, my ensuite was a tiny little bathroom that my parents renovated last month, it had a sink and extra large mirror, a heated toilet, and a glass enclosed shower with a waterproof iPod dock. I quickly brushed my teeth, after I changed out of my yellow duckling pajamas the cheap kind I got from George, I took a shower, while listening to 1989 Taylor Swift music album from my waterproof iPod dock. I got out of the shower, and walked into my small walk-in closet, I sat down on the round beige tufted ottoman in the middle of the closet while pondering about what to wear today, I decided to wear some short cut, high rise leather shorts, from Dynamite, an x-back white and black floral pattern crop top, from Aritzia, and finally, lambskin, four-inch boots, from Chanel, then I looked in the mirror, and thought, I look amazing! I looked at my face I was a pretty youthful girl, I had dark to light brown ombré hair, I had soft clean and clear white tanned skin, and plump dark red lips.

I exited my bedrooms double set of ornate doors, and walked down the staircase down to the foyer, the foyer was opulent with a grand curved staircase on either side, and the black and white retro marble tiles, I walked into the kitchen where my step-sister, Vanessa, my mother, Victoria, and my step-father, David, were sitting at the kitchen island eating chocolate chip pancakes. I kiss my mom goodbye and wave at David, and kind of give this devilish smirk to Vanessa that we exchange. I walk back to the foyer grab my, cropped jacket, from Versace, and my Louis Vuitton, monogram purse, from the coat rack, then get my patterned, Ray Bans Wayfarers from the armoire, and place them on my head. I walk out into the sticky hot summer weather we have here in California, I open one out of four garages with the keypad which reveal, both my BMW Z4 Roadster convertible, that I had painted dark plum, and my mother's black Cadillac Escalade.

I take the keys out my purse and open the doors, and start the engine, I exit the gated courtyard of my house, and head down the highway straight down until I reached the diner, where both me and my best friend, Kelsey work, I park in the employee parking spot, and climb out of my car, I grab my purse. While walking towards the diner I get a text, I pull out my iPhone 7 from my bag, I stop by the door to read the text, it's my boyfriend Carter, it reads, have you checked the grades for final exams yet? there posted on Edmodo! I got seventy-three percent. :) As soon as I finish reading the text I pull up Safari and log into Edmodo, why getting a good grade on final exams is so important is because, it determines your future, and my parents promised they would buy me a ticket to Paris if I got a good grade. When I scroll down to the final exams post, my final grade average was, ninety-five percent! I started screaming because I was so excited, I ran into the diner and met up Kelsey, Kelsey was a fairly pretty girl too, she had blonde hair and dressed in fairly casual attire, we discussed our grades, Kelsey had gotten a seventy-nine percent, I congratulated her, when my boss Diane walked in and saw us "chit chatting," and gave us a stare. I went to the back and clocked in, grabbed my apron and a breakfast sandwich and started munching on it. I walked to a booth that filled a couple of my friends, after they ordered I gave the order to Gary the cook, and then returned back to the costumers with food, and that's how my part-time job working at the diner goes most days. After my shift finished I clocked out, and walked out of the diner while saying goodbye to Kelsey, I tell her, I will see you at graduation later.

I got in my car, and drove back to my house, I opened the gates with the remote opener, and parked up, then walked back inside. Mom, David, and Vanessa were at work, I walked up to my bedroom, then my bathroom. I took a steam shower while listening to Views by Drake, I walked out of the shower and dried off with my towel, and walk into my closet. I wander around for a special look, I finally decide on a laced lambskin dress, from Louis Vuitton, suede ankle Boots, from Burberry, my pink diamond necklace, ring, and earring set, from Tiffany & Co, that David bought for me when he married my Mom. After that, I walk over to my lit vanity that you would expect in a vintage Hollywood dressing room, I apply my Mac makeup palettes, and lastly my Chanel number five perfume. I walk into my bathroom and quickly blow-dry my hair, and add some sea salt spray. I quickly grab my Diorama1 sunglasses, my mini lady Dior bag, and lastly my python print silk trench coat, from Chanel, as since I'm late for graduation. I rush to the outdoor venue of where my graduation is being held, I swiftly walk into the gym, where there distributing caps and gowns. I find Kelsey and get into the now entering the assembly line, we put on our cap and gown as we walk out into the venue I find my parents. As I sit down my mother compliments me on my look, I just give a giggle.

''Where is Vanessa? I ask her, I can't believe she would miss my graduation.'' I say, angrily.

She should be here by now, she's probably running late, sweety. Mom, says.

And listen to the valedictorian speech, Jesse, somebody who I have made acquaintance with around school, gives a truly inspirational speech, but in the middle of the entire speech Vanessa walks down to the venue.

Sorry, she says, apologetically.

Jesse carries on with her speech, I start to tear up towards the end, I quickly wipe my tears and smile, as they start to call. Since they go in alphabetical order it's not too long before they call my name, I get up and walk down the aisle. I collect my diploma and say a quiet thank you to my principal Mr. Lee. As the graduation ceremony begins to die down, I pull out my phone and check the time it's already 4:30! 

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