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  I open my eyes groggily to see my obnoxious alarm clock, still beeping "What time is it?" I think and look at my digital clock. It's 7:45, I'm about 30 minutes late for the bus. I leap out of bed and pull on a light blue hoodie and a pair of white jeans, brush my short, straight, plain light brown hair and pull on some light green hi-tops. grabbing my phone and backpack and rushing out the door. Of course I'm late I think, it just had to be today, didn't it? Today was the day I tell everyone, my mom, my brother, my very few friends, and most definitely not my dad...  

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 15, 2016 ⏰

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