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(Y/n)'s p.o.v

       I close my notebook and slide it under my bed. Standing up, I stretch and walk towards my dresser. I pull out black leggings and a loose, flowing white shirt that hangs off of my right shoulder. 

       I slip them both on and venture downstairs. I brush my teeth and brush out my messy (H/c) hair once I reach the bathroom. I slip on some black converse and grab my backpack before exiting my house. 

        I walk throughout the streets and down the alleys until I reach my school. When I enter I already regret waking up. It's a mess, as always. People are running through the halls not giving a care in the world who they bump into. 

       Papers are, ironically, flying all over the place. And the teachers are yelling at anyone in sight, trying to get everything calm. It's a lost cause. I walk to my locker and twist the dial until it opens. Once it does I put whatever stuff I need to away and keep the other stuff in my arms.

       Once that's over with, I lock it and walk to first period. I happen to have that class with my cousins one friend, Joshua Dun. I'll be honest, he's very good in the looks department. Although, his grades could have some help. That why he's in a class with Sophomores and not, where he should be, Juniors. 

       He actually got held back. And believe me, he's smart. He just spends too much time on his "music career". I know that he plays the drums... yeah I actually don't know much about this guy. 

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