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         |Chapter Twelve: Selena's POV|

I woke up slightly drooling from the uncomfortable position I slept in, I wiped bit of saliva from the side of my mouth.

I rub the sleep from my eyes looking at my assignments all sprawled out across the comforter of my new bed.

A beep came from my laptop,warning me to put it on the charger. The dim screen and almost completed essay hurried me to do it now. I rushed off digging through one of the few boxes I had with my stuff.

I can't believe I fell asleep.

I finally dug out the long black charger, and immediately plugged it into the outlet following the computer.

Looking at the clock on the newly lit screen, it was only 6:05.

I must've been really tired. I remember everyone leaving at around nine. I must've knocked out around twelve.

I started putting my finished work back into my small bookbag, realizing I didn't put my phone on the charger, either. I groaned and went on a scavenger hunt looking for the cursed charger.

Why couldn't Demi just have left me her charger?

Yesterday afternoon I sent Taylor and Demi to retrieve the rest of my belongings at my parents' house.

They said they didn't get them out without a little fight with the temporary nanny, and of course the questioning from my mother.

Grabbing the white charger, I rose my arms in the air, triumphantly. Hopefully it charges in time for me to leave for school.

After a really quick shower,I started to prepare a basic breakfast. The bacon was just starting to fry when my feet scattered to the bathroom.

How long did this stupid morning sickness last?

All of a sudden the smell of bacon repulsed me. I really wanted to sit down on the toilet and cry, and I did.

It wasn't until now that it really hit me that I was finally alone, actually and truly alone.

It was up to me to fend for myself. Provide the littlest things I didn't think of before.
From the apartment's rent down to something so simple as my toothpaste.

It was all just magically there when I lived with my parents. There is just always more to it then it seems.

You're born alone, you live alone, and you die alone...

That quote, to me has never reigned more true than it did now. Although, this is what I chose, and there is no going back now. I have to learn and get used to it now.

I have to balance it with my all my needs. Pay the bills, maintain the house, prioritize my education, and do all that while raising my baby.

To top it off the bacon burned causing the fire alarm to go off.

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Before headed out I decided I'm not the best cook and ate a bowl of cereal while finishing my essay for AP English Literature Composition.

As I made my way down in my usual seat at the back of my math class I got stares from everyone who had already taken their seats.

Trying my best to seem unphased by their disgusted glares, I smiled the usual smile I'd offer everyone.