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I tear my eyes away from my computer screen and look at the clock.
7:23
Shit. I'm late for school.
I slam my computer shut and throw myself out of bed. Why do I always do this?
I wake up at 6 am every morning so I have enough time to get ready for school. I check my computer for literally one second, and then I get distracted and start watching YouTube videos. I rewatch Jake Paul's vlogs and all the Team 10 videos.
I always forget to get out of bed and get ready for school. Every. Damn. Time.
I run to the closet and throw on a pair of sweatpants and the first t-shirt I can find.
Skipping a bunch of steps, I run down the stairs and past my dad who is passed out on the couch. Three empty beer bottles lay on the floor beside him.
On my way out the door, I grab a granola bar and a bag of chips from the pantry and stuff them in my pocket.
I pull my bike down from the rack and totally forget to put my helmet on. I pedal as fast as I can down the driveway, not realizing that I forgot my coat until a huge gust of freezing air stings my arms.
I fucking hate living in Maine.
By the time I make it to school, the bell already rang. I stop pedaling and lean my bike against the nearest tree, not even bothering to tie it up.
In the office, the principal is waiting for me. Without a word, she hands me my 26th late pass of the year.
I don't bother going to my locker and quietly slip into my first period class. The room is loud, so nobody notices my entrance.
In the opposite corner of the classroom, Sandra Jacobs is in the middle of telling a story to her two little disciples, Maddi and Hailey. She waves her arms in grand gestures to emphasize her words.
I roll my eyes. I hate that bitch.
Ever since we were little, Sandra and I have been rivals. We compete over everything: grades, soccer, guys. I lose almost every time.
Everyone loves Sandra. All the girls want to be her, all the guys want to smash her. It's insane. And it gets on my nerves.
Recently a new competition has begun. Team 10 posted a video looking for a new member. Anyone who wants to audition should send in a video of themselves doing whatever their talent is, and the team will decide who wins.
I want to be a part of Team 10 so badly. So does Sandra.
I am really good at singing. So is Sandra.
The only difference between us is: I'm going to win.
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