Good fucking morning

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Ebony

I sighed as I woke up and face planted the cold ass ground. Stupid house.
Sitting up, I moved to the walk-in closet and grabbed pants, a bra, my watch, a sports bra, and a pair of Nike shorts. I ran to the shower because duh I smell like rotten eggs from 1945.

Also the floor was tiled and was as cold as ice; my brain couldn't even function properly. I took off my pyjamas, threw them in the washing basket, and prepared my warm water and a towel. I used a hair clip to clip up my hair then I stepped into the shower and didn't expect cold water.

"JESUS CHRIST WHY IS EVERYTHING SO BLOODY COLD?!"

I turned the shower tap into hot and waited for the water to get deliciously warm. Again I didn't expect hell to come spouting out of the shower head.

"UH UH Oh hell naw son of a bitch motherfucker not today nope not today fuck you get out naw naw catch me outside how about that? HUH?" I yelled at the shower, my neighbours were used to this so... Nothing new.

I messed with the tap until I got warm water. I soaped myself then I rinsed my self then I dressed myself then I did my black hair into a messy plait and tried to grab my keys, phone and earphones. I fell down the stairs, bruised my knee and scraped my elbow but I got out the front door and started to drive my black Ferrari to the park nearest me.

Staying in San Diego with the cast for sometime is quite cool.



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