(Guys, this is all I have done atm. No worries, I will update as soon as possible. Thanks!)
I exit the bathroom, trying not to think so negatively. I descend down the stairs faster than light, and make it to the vast kitchen, where the aroma of eggs and bacon fills the air. My stomach immediately turns into a lion growling. I see my mom placing some eggs and strips of bacon onto a snow white plate. She then grabs the plate gently and sets it on the neat table.
“Don’t eat fast, Gwinn. We don’t want a puke wonderland here.” My mom tells me with a concerned voice. I nod.
I first dig into the golden eggs. They are hot and delicious! My taste buds immediately go wild. All of the eggs were wiped out of that plate in less than 4 minutes! Next, I go for the blood red bacon strips, which are even hotter than the egg. The grease fills my mouth. I am in heaven. The bacon strips were out of the plate and into my stomach quickly. My mom brings me a glass of orange juice. I sip it. The pulp goes down my throat. The glass was now empty, and I am ready to go the school. Oh wait. Sorry. I meant: I am ready to go to hell.
I grab my fuschia colored bookbag and race down to the car...
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Musiclandia
Teen FictionGwinn Marlon is just an average teenager. Depressed, in love with music and books, clarinetist...But when she starts having the dreams, she must change. Her dreams aren't like anyone else's. Her dreams affect her in real life, too. These dreams brin...
