The Boy

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I woke up on a Monday morning to something hard poking into my butt.

That sounded very wrong.
I rub my eyes and stretch my legs since I woke up curled in a ball. I turned around and grabbed the rectangular object that was stabbing my butt. It was a language book. I sat up and looked around my bed. There were pencils and papers and language books all around me. Than last night memory rushed through my sleepy head. Oh ya I studied for my language exam last night! I grabbed all my books and papers off of my blue and white striped sheets. I stacked them in a neat pile and set them on my light blue night stand. I pushed my self out of my bed with weak arms. I really shouldn't have stayed up all night studying. I grabbed my dark blue fuzzy blanket from of my white carpeted floor and laid it nicely on my bed. I put my feet into my white monster slippers that matched with my white monster pj's I was wearing. As you can already tell I love blue and white. I walked to my blue wooden dresser and looked in the mirror. My hair was messy and had knots almost everywhere. I had dark bags under my eyes from lack of sleep last night. Nothing make-up can't fix! I grabbed my uniform from out of my closet and headed to the bathroom. I know what your thinking ugh uniforms everyone hates them. Our school uniforms weren't so bad though they were white short sleeve dress shirt paired with a red tie and red tennis skirt. White knee high socks and red George flats and a white flower hair clip. It was a decent high school uniform.

After my nice warm shower I struggled to get the knots out of my long wavy brown hair. I clipped in the flower clip and started doing my make-up. I used the red lipstick to get rid of my bags trick and it actually works really good. I grabbed my books of my side table and shoved them into my white with dark blue poke-a-dotted bag. I grabbed my iPhone from underneath my pillow- my hiding spot for it. I checked the time: 6:53 am

Right on time.
I ran downstairs were I could smell the smell of my favourite breakfast.
Strawberry Nutella pancakes!

I liked anything with Nutella in it. Who could blame me Nutella is bæ!
I ran up to my mom who was still surprisingly here. My mom is the one who works morning shifts usually and my dad- well his stories for another time. I ran up to my mom and squeezed the life out of her. I loved my mom she always did the impossible to make me happy.

"Well good morning to you too." My mom said smiling showing off her dimples.
I smiled back showing off my dimples too. She gave me her dimple jeans.
"Now tell me don't I look fabulous!" She says as she show off he outfit likes it's something you can win on the price is right.

"What the occasion?" I said will lifting my right eyebrow curiously. My mom doesn't dress hot unless there's a special occasion. She was wearing a tight red spaghetti strap dress knee high. Paired with black heels and red clutch. Black and silver eye shadow and light red lipstick. Her black hair was in a messy bun. She wasn't a fan of make-up so there was defiantly something going on.

"Well as you know I haven't been with another guy since your father left, so I thought that maybe it's time I came out of my shell." Happiness over came me. It's been seven years.

"Eeekkkkk! Omg! I'm so so so so happy for you." By than I was jumping up and down probably looking like a fool but who cares?

"What's his name? Where are you going? Does he smell good? Where did you meet him? Does he have kids? Is he rich or poor?does he-"

"Woah woah slow your horses!" Oops ugh I have a habit of ranting.

"His name is jace and were going to a restaurant for lunch and I'm not sure if he has kids." Aww I kinda wanted to have a step sibling.

"Wait so if your having lunch than why are you ready so early?"

"I had nothing else to do. I only have to wait four hours and a half." **Insert eye roll* this woman needs more things to do.