"Good morning Springfield it's 7:00 am and here is a song to get.....you...... up and at em ."It's going down I'm yelling timber you better move you better dance....."
" Five more minutes, "I yell as I make a Hadley sandwich with my pillows and smack the daylight out of the darned thing.
As you have probably noticed I'm not really a morning person. The first day of Junior year... yay.
Hear the sarcasm dripping from my words.
You see I am not what you would classify as popular. In fact, it is so far from the truth you aren't even able to see it. Like popularity where you at bro.
I am a lowly outcast nerd with the nerdy glasses and no friends.
I am pathetic I know but guess what...I...DON'T.....CAAAAARRREEE.
You want to know what makes it worse I am an only child. So I don't have siblings I have asked my parents when was younger if they could give me a sibling but my mom told me that I was enough to handle.
My mother is so rude uuuhhh .
And for the grand finally working for government agencies runs in the family. It varies from the CIA and FBI to Homeland Security and The Secret Service. Yep, that's right I said the Secret Service.
No pressure there right? WROOONNNNGG.
"Hadley-grace get up and get ready for school you don't want to be late!"
Yes, my name is Hadley-grace with the hyphen. I prefer "Hadley" or "Grace", not Hadley-grace. I don't like the whole hyphen thing but my parents do. ugh, parents.
"I'm up, "not it takes all of my morning energy to get my big butt out of bed. I roll over to shut up my alarm which is still going off and of course, end up kissing the floor in the process. I then get up and go to my closet to get dressed and do my normal morning routine.
When I'm done I look at the time its 8:00 am.
I have half an hour until school starts.
While I think of the things I need for school. I head down the mahogany stairs into the marble kitchen where my lovely mother has been yelling at me and making me breakfast.
As I enter the kitchen the fresh scent of pancakes and bacon fills the atmosphere. On the counter sat a plate with eggs, bacon, and two fluffy pancakes My mother's cooking is to die for. I do not have half the culinary skills that she does. Unfortunately, I got my father's set of culinary skills which amounts to almost none.
"Morning my lovely mother," I say as I give her a light peck on the cheek.
"Well good morning daughter"My mom replies smiling.
"What am I not a lovely daughter" I gasp jokingly shocked as I sit down and enjoy my breakfast.
At this, my mom laughs at my overdramatic faked expression of hurt and walks over from the stove where she finished cooking and hugged me tightly.
"You are very lovely honey. Now get a move on it or you are going to be late."
"Thanks for breakfast mom. You are my role model, the person I aspire to be, and the woman I look up to. I will see you after school," I monologue on my way put the door.
"Okay, my crazy daughter that I love, cherish, and will be late to school for being so dramatic. Oh, and don't forget we are having family dinner tonight," she mocks me as she shoos me out the door.
With that, I was off to face morons and dimwits that roam the halls of Monroe High yip-ee.
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Dear my fellow wattpaders or wattpadeans? Tell me what you think please! And until next time... (this is somewhat edited)
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When Towers Fall
Novela JuvenilThis is the story of Hadley-Grace Parker. She isn't your average 16 year old. She knows things about the FBI and CIA most teens or people don't,and what she doesn't know just might hurt and scare her till she can't hold it together anymore. Now mee...
