4:32pm

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"Savanah!"
I roll over in bed and put a pillow over my head. "Savanah!" I hear once again and groan. Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away? But when has that ever worked? Eh it's worth a try. The door opens and heavy footsteps approach as I feel a dip at the end of my bed. "Savanah honey?" My dads deep voice says as he gently shakes me in an attempt to get me to wake up, "it's time to wake up! You don't want to be late on your first day of school do you?" "Yes." I say flatly from under my pillow. "Oh then I guess you also want me to put on the shirt and walk you to all your classes today?" In case you were wondering "the shirt" is a t-shirt made when I was 10 for if I misbehaved. On the front is a picture of my dad in a pink bikini with the words I'm savysavs dad and in on the back is a picture of baby me in the tub saying I'm savysav. Needless to say I learned not to Misbehave real quick. I sprung up quickly with a playful glare directed at my father. "SLEEPING BEAUTY HAS AWOKEN" my father yells.
I roll my eyes and giggle as I push him out of my room so I can get dressed. I throw on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a grey tee shirt with the front tucked in then continue with my normal boring morning routine. Brush my teeth, wash my face, do my hair and makeup you know the drill. After finishing up the hair and makeup portion (which consisted of a high pony, winged eyeliner, and red lipstick) I head downstairs to have some breakfast with dad.
"I made my signature dish savysav" I cringe at the nickname then give him a questioning look. He places a bowl of lucky charms in front of me. "Bon appetite!" "Dad pouring cereal and milk into a bowl isn't cooking" a say with a giggle. "Says who?" I roll my eyes and start eating. Half way through my bowl I notice my dad staring at me. "What?" I ask concern laced in my voice. "Oh nothing nothing it's just.....you look so much like her." My breath hitches in my throat. My mom died a year ago in a car crash and my dad decided to move here to Michigan to get a fresh start. I look at him and realize he's right. Me and my dad look nothing alike. Instead of getting I his tall height, round features, and dark brown hair and eyes. I got my moms short slender build, long red hair, sharp features, and green eyes.
"Well" my dad Says clearing his throat and pulling me from my train of thought. "You should probably head to school, short stack" "UGH DAD! How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not that short! You're just a freaking giant!" He laughs and hands me my batman backpack. Don't judge me batmans the shit and you know it. I slip on my new red high top converse and head out the door. "Bye dad!" "Bye pumkin!" Time to start my treacherous journey to hell! (Translation from moody teenager "20 min walk to highschool")

*************************************. (A/N hey! So I'm a shitty writer but I had this idea so excuse any errors. Also I procrastinate like nobody's buissiness so irregular updates. Thanks for reading!
~z)