“Tiffanie! Get your butt out of bed! You’re going to be late for school!” yelled Tiffanie’s mom. “Ugh,” Tiffanie moaned. "14-year-olds... what are you going to do with them," sighed her mother. Tiffanie turned to face her clock: 6:07 a.m. Slowly, she lifted the covers and sat up. One by one, she planted both feet on the floor. Grasping the nightstand, she stood up. The old bed frame squeaked as she tried to stand. She tried to flick the switch on her ancient lamp. The light bulb was dimly lit for three seconds, then it went out. “Great,” she said. She stumbled through piles of clothes spread across the floor to find the light switch on her wall. Once she found it, she flipped the switch up. Seconds later, the room was lit. She examined the room.
To the left of her room was her dresser. It was dark brown and covered with horse books, hair ties, and miscellaneous papers. In the middle of her room was her bed pushed up against the wall. The bed covers were the same shade of brown as her dresser, but also had shadows of horses on them, too.
Lying at the bottom of the bed was her cat, Mittens. Mittens was a black and white domestic shorthair cat. Tiffanie swore that Mittens had the soul of a dog, for she would fetch a hair tie and bring it back to her, try to bark at squirrels, and chase her tail.
To the right of her room was her bookshelf. It was a rather large bookshelf with four out of the five rows full of books. Her walls were a light coffee color. As you can tell, her favorite color is brown. Scattered across the floor were dirty jeans, sweatshirts, and t-shirts.
She walked over to her dresser and rummaged through the drawers. She managed to find a nice pair of jeans and a t-shirt from Gap. She stared at herself in the mirror. Cute, she thought. She pushed back her wavy, brown hair out of her face. She then checked her face for any sign of a new pimple, but the only imperfection she found was her small, light brown, puddle shaped birthmark under her right eye on her fair complexion. Tiffanie walked to her bathroom and washed her face. She rubbed her sleepy, blue eyes with cold water to try to wake them up. Tiffanie looked around her bathroom. A simple brown tile pattern covered the floor, while a lighter brown wallpaper covered the walls. The toilet was shoved in the right corner and the shower was shoved in the left.
She then went downstairs for breakfast. “You’re father made pancakes this morning,” said Tiffanie’s mom. “I guess his boss didn’t need him in early, today.” “You mean the mayor?” said Tiffanie. “Yeah, Candice’s father,” said Tiffanie’s mom. Tiffanie groaned. She didn’t want to think of Candice. Tiffanie grabbed a plate from the cabinet and served herself three chocolate-chip pancakes. She set the plate down at her spot at the table and got a glass of milk. Within five minutes, her pancakes and milk were gone.
She went upstairs back to her bathroom to brush her hair and teeth. After that, Tiffanie went back downstairs and packed her lunch for school. She then threw her lunchbox in her book bag and put her jacket on. “The bus is coming in five minutes. You better get to the stop right now,” said her mom. Tiffanie then scooped up her book bag and binder, said goodbye to her mother, and left through the front door. She proceeded to walk down the sidewalk and then turned right. She walked ten more steps and then stood at the stop sign.
Her friend Britt was standing there and Tiffanie said hi to her. Both of them were in ninth grade. Britt waved back at her, with her wavy, brown hair half covering her face. She had almost the exact same hair as Tiffanie, except Britt’s hair was a lighter color. Tiffanie thought that Britt had the most beautiful eyes. Her right eye was a golden honey color and her left eye was a deep blue color.
Standing behind Britt was Derek. His black hair was neatly manicured into a buzz cut. His eyes were a chocolate brown color. Tiffanie also thought that Derek had somewhat of a tan. She had the biggest crush on Derek since seventh grade. He was now in tenth grade. She longed to say something, anything to him, but she lacked the courage to do so.
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The Desired Life
Teen FictionA 14-year-old girl, who has a huge love for horses, has the best of both worlds when she buys a crystal necklace from a suspicous magic shop that switches her life and the life of a popular 14-year-old girl who has everything money can buy. (Cover p...