Unexpected

Chapter 3- The First Day

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Here's chapter 3, enjoy!

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Felicity's POV:

'WAAA

WAAA

WAAA

WAAA'-

I smashed my alarm clock, trying to find the off switch.

But I didn't really 'smash' it, because it's pretty difficult to do so when you're still riddled with sleep.

'WAAA

WAAA...'

I felt around, trying to find the off switch.

Unlike most alarms, this one sounded EXACTLY like one of those fog horns... But more high pitched and obnoxious.

As I continued to slap around, I finally heard an, "OW!" And the noise stopped.

Next to my bed, Gwen was rubbing her head. (Hehe that rhymed)

"Why did you slap me?" She asked with a glare.

"Because you were acting like an annoying alarm clock! On another note, please tell me the actual alarm doesn't sound like that," I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

Gwen laughed, "no, it's the radio. But either way, school starts at 8 am and it is now... 7:15."

"7:15!?" My eyes practically popped out of my head.

"Well, you're a really heavy sleeper," she laughed again.

I slid down the ladder of the bunk and willed my legs to the bathroom.

I preformed my normal routine: wash face, brush teeth, put on lotion, put on deodorant, get dressed, and brush my hair.

Some jean short shorts, a pale blue, off the shoulder, baggy t-shirt with an ivory anchor in the middle, and off-white converse should be appropriate for today!

I put a ponytail holder on my wrist (just incase), but I probably didn't need it because for once I was having a good hair day.

And by good, I mean P E R F E C T.

My hair was shiny and smooth as it hung Jon natural waves, plus my side bangs were in the perfect place with just enough volume.

Might as well be fancy for the first day, I thought as I put on some chapstick.

What? I just don't wear makeup.

Not to be self centered, but I had naturally long and curly eyelashes, rosy cheeks, and light pink plump lips to go with my slight olive tan that I got from having an Italian father.

I slung a tan leather messenger bag over my shoulder that consisted of: a mechanical and no. 2 pencil, a red and black pen, my wallet, my phone, and a file-like binder with a few loose leaf sheets of lined and graph paper.

"You ready?" Gwen asked me.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I gave off a small smile as I wiped my sweaty palms on my shorts.