I lay in my bed in the same close I wore yesterday just staring at the clock. I really don't want to get up. I yawn and internally cringe at the bad taste. I literally only have 27 minutes to get out the door if I don't want to be late. UGHHHHHH. I roll out of bed just laying on the floor for a few seconds then get up as the time changes to 7:35. Now I only have 27 minutes. I walk to the bathroom only a few few away form my door. I brush my teeth and wash my face. I then wash my lady parts 'cause ain't nobody got time for a shower. I walk back to my room. I close the door behind me and go right to my small dresser the lies beneath the T.V. I take out a pair of black stretchy pants and go the bottom draw to grab a pair of socks and black undies and a matching bra. I put those clothes on then go to my door and grab a gray hoodie to just throw over my bra. Being the person I amI go over to grab my phone. I take it off the charger and out put it in my pocket.
"Meody let's go you have three minutes to be out of the door!!" My aunt Jenna yells scaring the carp out of me.
" coming!" I say running out of my room.
"Take a granola bar with you." My aunt Jenna says handing it to ne after I pick up my bookbag from the chair in the kitchen.
"I love you!" I yell back to my beautiful aunt before closing the door and grabbing my bike. I hop on it and start riding down the road.
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*BRINNNNNNNNG*
THAT'S THE WARNING BELL!
I quickly take the 2 books out of my locker and run down the hall to my first class of the day. HELL!! Yup you guest it math. Although i get good grades dosen't mean I like it. I take my seat in the back and wait for these 2 periods of he'll to be over.
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It's now 3rd period witch means I have free period and right after I have choir. So thats great. I go to the music room and take out my sheet music. I start warming up my vocal cords. After 5 minutes of that I take a sip of my water and actually start the song.
Cover of Jessie J. " Who You Are"
" I stare at my reflection on the mirror. Why am I doing this to myself? Losing my mind on a tiny error. I barley left the real me on the sheeeeelf. No no no no no." That was ok I know i could do better. But I feel like someone is watching me. Whatever. I shake it off. I'll just start again.
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That's how my day played out until now.... lunch.
I walk to the lunch room.
"Hey bitchhhhh!" Violet my best friend says to me as I sit down.
"Heyyyy." I say
"So Ivan the kid that transferred here a few months ago. You remember him right?" I nod.
How could I not be is HOTTTT.
ok girl calm down.
"Well I heard him in music and his voice is almost as good as yours." She finishes taking a bit of her pizza. I don't know how she can eat so much had good and not gain a thing. She is perfect. She is perfect. she's Puerto Rican, wel so am I but she's her. She has super curly dark chocolate brown hair, the body of a supermodel. I on the other hand have black wavy hair and light olive skin, with light green eyes and a semi skinny body. I mean I'm no skinny girl but fat isn't ths word I would use.
" Helloooo?" Violet says snapping me out of my day dream." Sorry. But really he is good? Like diet good? Or like ehh?" I say making weird facial expressions. " He is like realllllllly good." She says over doing the word 'really'. Hummmm. Maybe I'll hear him some day. I bid and countinue eating my salad. Listening to Violet talk about random as shit.
I still feel like I'm getting watched though.
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That's how my day went. Walking around hell doing work and writing down notes. I just got home and now I'm n my bed doing a math worksheet that as shown to my class for homework. I plug my headphones into my phone and blast some music.
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It's now after 10 And I'm laying in my ved listening to music. I'm so boring I know. My eyelids get heavy and I drift off into a blissful sleep.
ARTHUR'S NOTE:
THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK. I KNOW IT'S BAD BUT I PROMISE I WILL GET BETTER AT THIS.
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Perfectly Imperfect
Teen FictionMelody Carbelli... she is the broken girl that hides behind a smile with the voice of an angel. Melody has melody. To to say her voice is good is an understatement, there are no words to describe her voice....or her. She loves in a tiny box of a h...
