I am not a morning person. I was never a morning person. I will never be a morning person.
"Harley Austin Little," my mom knocked on my locked door, dammit, "so help me God, if I have to knock this door down I will do it. Harley get up!" she yelled through.
"Ugh! Let me have three. Three more minutes mom please!" I covered my head with my pillow. Maybe if I suffocate, I could go to the ER. But what's the one thing worse than school; the ER.
I dragged my body off the floor and unlocked the door. She wasn't there.
"Harley, go take a shower!" She was downstairs. I smelled toasted frozen waffles.
My dad walked passed me and started the stairs. "Hey slug." He nudged me towards the bathroom door.
"Hey bug." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bathroom door handle. "Honestly, at this point in my life, I think I want to drop out."
"Yeah, sure, but you know the rules," he replied.
I laugh and enter the bathroom, "first, drop out, then, drop dead."
Ugh.
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Five
Novela JuvenilFive girls, five best friends, five personalities, five lives, and five very different minds. Kenslie, Blake, Harley, Lena and Witness are all shockingly different, but even more shocking, they're a compatible group of girls. They weren't all friend...
