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A/N this is a new story I, Haley, am going to start to write. Lisa made the cover for me because I couldn't find a good photo to use XD ok I hope you guys like it 🤗🤗 oh by the way this is in baileys pov who is the main character

The chirping of birds make their way through my bedroom window as the sunshine shines through my purple lace curtains. I groan and roll over placing my face into my soft pillow that has a silk pillowcase on it.

"Bailey time to get up" my mother calls up the stairs
"Your going to be late for school if you don't get up now" she calls again.

I groan and get up. I push my long black hair out of my face. God I hate mornings. I walk over to my walk in closet and pick out my outfit. (Her outfit is the image above) i pull out a nice gray shirt with a nice pair of pink leggings with a lovely design on them. I grab my UGG boots that are a nice light pink to match my outfit. It was mid fall so the leaves were falling. All you saw were red, oranges, yellows falling from the sky. I love it.

I go downstairs and get greeted by my Husky, Storm.

"Hiya storm" I pet his head. His tail wags and I laugh softly. I go into the kitchen where my mom is just finishing up breakfast

"Here you go sweetheart, blueberry pancakes. Your favorite" she smiles at me and hands me a plate

"Thanks mom" I sit down and start to eat. Right when you bite into my moms pancakes your mouth gets exploded with flavors. I don't know why but when my mom cooks you can taste every ingredient as you chew. The butter, the blueberries, the fluffiness of the pancake. You name it and you can taste it.

After I finish eating I go upstairs and brush my teeth. Storm follows and sits down just staring at every movement I make. I brush my hair and put it in a messy but cute bun. I was going to put makeup on but I was about to be running late.

Now off to the hell hole

Picture of Bailey

Picture of Bailey

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