Chapter One.

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  I woke up the an obnoxiously loud noise. I jump out of bed, then find myself getting very dizzy because i stood up too fast. Confused, and still groggy, I look around the room to find the source of the horrible beeping. 

   It was my alarm clock. Ugh. It's Wednesday. Wednesdays are always bitter-sweet. It's great because I get to go to church with my friends, but it also sucks because I'm usually loaded with homework. I feel like the teachers do that on purpose. They know that we have church and we are going to busy. They just like being assholes. 

  It's 6:30 am and I have to leave for school in an hour. I throw on my favorite plaid button up, jeans, and my black Doc Martins, then I head to the bathroom. I apply my makeup and straighten my crazy, wavy red hair.  And before I know it, it's 7:45....school starts at 8.

 "MICAH DANIELLE JAMES IF YOU DON"T HURRY UP YOU ARE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL.''  I can hear my mom yell from the kitchen. She's always nagging me about how I need to be ready earlier so I can get to school earlier. But why in the world would I wanna get to school early. Ha. No thank you. But I love my mom anyways. 

Soon enough my mom drops me off at my massive high school. I can't wait until next year, and I can drive myself. I'll be one of the first sophomores to have their drivers liscense. I just turned 15 a few weeks ago. So I still have quite a but of time before I can finally drive myself around. Until then I'll just have to suffur through my mom taking me to school. Yeah freshman year has been kinda sucky. 

  If I don't hurry, I'll be late for 1st block. As I'm rushing to get to chorus, I see Eleanor. I'm glad I'm not the only one rushing this morning. El is one of my best friends...more like a sister actually. We've been close for 3-4 years. We are constantly hanging out, and we can't go a day without being asked if we are twins. I can see the resemblence in our faces, but other than that we are complete opposites. She has blonde hair (that she's been dying since the 7th grade). She is also very very girly. She loves pink, floral print, and sparkles. Unlike me. I'm not  a tomboy but I certainly do not like girly girl things. I'm like a boho skater girl kinda person. But hey opposites attract right? 

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