17 year old Bella Anniston just recently found out that her mom has been diagnosed with stage two breast cancer and has to move to Boston, Massachusetts so her mother can get a better treatment plan. She's enrolled in a new high school with drama oo...
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Bella:
"Good Morning Boston! It's September sixth and it looks like the clouds are going to be sticking with us all day as temperatures drop into the low sixties."
I groan and roll over on my bed and slam my hand down on my alarm clock that was now blaring the most annoying radio weather report. I peek open my crusty eyes to find that it's sixty-thirty in the morning. Ugh, this stinking sucks so bad, I have a horrible hate/love relationship with school and today I was hating it immensely.
I stretch my limbs out before tossing the duvet off of my body before I could change my mind and start cuddling my pillow again. I stumble out of bed like a drunken monkey and head over to the bathroom.
I splash a hand full of cold water onto my face before brushing my teeth and combing my hair that currently look like a bird resides in it. I relieve my bladder and drag myself back into my room, resisting the urge to crawl back into bed and hide.
I pull open the door to my average sized closet and pull out a pair of leggings and my purpose tour hoodie that my distant aunt Lisa gave to me as a late Christmas gift. And by late I mean I received mid June when it was way too hot to wear it. I eventually got bored with the hoodie and cropped it trying to make it more appropriate for California weather. I tug on my black and white AllStar hightop converses and practically fall face first on the floor. I stand up quickly thanking the lord above that no one was around to see that.
I look at myself in the mirror and decided to pull half of my hair up into a cute little bun and pop on some mascara to make my eyes look more open and to ensure I didn't look like I just walked off the set of the walking dead.
The flushing of the toilet alerts me that my mom is awake and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. She's such an early bird. I never understand how she could willing wake up at such ridiculous hours.
I pull my phone off the charger before grabbing my school bag and heading down stairs. I grab a banana out of the fruit bowl that my mom insists is a necessity. She's always complaining that I eat too much junk food.
"Good morning sweetie." She gives me a small kiss on the temple before making her way over to stove to begin making her tea.
"Morning momma." I say taking a large bite out of the banana trying my best to finish it quickly so I won't be late to school. It was recommended I get there early so I have time to find my locker and classes.
"Did you pack a lunch?" My mom asks looking at me skeptically as I shove the last of the banana in my mouth. I shake my head "no" as I look over at the time on the microwave. 7:03 am. Ah schnitzel sticks I gotta go.
