Ding!
I groaned and rolled over pulling my light blue blanket with me.
Message from: Meme in the flesh
I groaned again. Maybe someday I will find a group of friends that won't text me at 3:30 in the morning. I laughed out loud. "That'll be the day!" I reached my scrawny arm out of the covers into the frigid air. I placed a few fingers on my nightstand fiddling around with my keys and whatever else was on it until my hand finally felt my phone.
Meme in the flesh: 3:34- What are you wearing today?
Fish and chips 3:35- SHUT UP KAYDANCE ITS 3:30!
Bürgermeister- 3:35- yea. I don't know if it was different in New York but this is the time when people sleep.
I laughed at my friends. "Stupid group chats." I chuckled again softly and stared up at my ceiling. I looked at the note I wrote myself a while back.
"I know it seems like the best Idea to stay under the covers. I'm with you. But cmon let's go see what's out there." -Lin-Manuel Miranda.
I'm glad I put that up there. It was very inspirational. You can do this. Get up and go to hell. I mean school.
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
