I woke up late. Yay. 6:30am and I have to be out the door by 7, 7:05 at the latest. No time to shower. I walk into the bathroom that I share with seven other individuals. Luckily no one else was awake. I grab the straightner and turn it on. My mom decided to not wake me up so here I was, late again. I go and put on my army print leggings. & My black ripped shirt. I put on my black converses, and walk into the bathroom. I grab my foundation and rub it on my face, my cheeks especially. it covers up my rosey cheeks, thank god for makeup. I put the liquid eyeliner on the top lid with the little angel wing and make it think. I out on my mascara and make my eyelashes look mega long. Six forty-five.
I got ready earlier then usual so I grab a poptart. Then after that I brush my teeth and go out in front of my house and wait for my bus. It's nice out. I sit on my steps and check my Instagram.. Nothing new, same girls from school with the caption "School flow" with a million extra w's at the end. One girl's post stood out though, Mariah Rodriguez. Sure we had the same last name and had the same eyes and round face and hair color but we could not be related there was no way in hell we were. She was rich living in a mansion, were as I, was living in a 3 bedroom house with 7 other people.
Mariah was a really pretty mexican. Her mother was the maybeline founder, so they were obviously rich. Me? We weren't rich but we weren't poor. We lived decently, if that's what you want to call it. Here came that big ole' thing. The bus. I grabbed my back back & my columbia jacket and walked acrossed the street. Today was going to be a long day.
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My Long Lost Sister
Teen FictionMariah Rodriguez is your average 15 year old, beautiful, and smart. She likes pericings and good music. Zoey Rodriguez is your average 13 year old. Wants everything she sees, and wants what she wants. Would you think these two could be sisters? Zoey...
