"I knew this girl.
A girl with long golden blonde hair that seemed to go on for miles and deep forest green eyes that any living, breathing soul would get trapped in, I knew this girl.
In the state of Florida, I knew a girl.
A girl who took your...
I walk down stairs only to find 1 slice of pizza left... great.
"Where did it all go?" I ask, more of a statement then a question looking at Ryan.
"Hey, don't look at me, look at these" Ryan says cockily flexing his biceps.
"Ew, I would throw up, but there's nothing in my stomach to do so." I counteract refering back to the pizza.
Ryan laughs and I grab the last slice and head back up to my new room. As I do so, I hear someone call my name, which stops me in my tracks.
"Hayden, don't forget that tomorrow is your first day of school, try to get some sleep."
Yeah, like that's gonna happen.
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"Hayden get up, you're going to be late!" Ryan yells pounding on my door.
"Ugh fine," I say back grumpily, rolling over causing me to fall off the bed...figures.
I roll my eyes and head into my bathroom, turning on the shower. As the water heats up I pull my hair into a messy bun and look into the mirror to see what we we're working with today. Much to my surprise it wasn't that bad.
Go me!
As soon as I get out of the shower I head over to my closet and try to pick out an outfit. I figured I should probably look a little decent, meaning that it was my first day. After much negotiation, I decide on a white off the shoulder shirt with lavender flowers on it, as well as a lavender bralette, and a light wash pair of distressed jeans. Not gonna lie, I was pretty proud of myself.
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Heading over to my vanity I apply some concealer, powered, bronzer, mascara, and of course highlight.
I set my face with finishing spray, then take my hair out of the messy bun, and brush out my wavy blonde hair. From there I take my curling wand and curl a few pieces giving a soft, effortless look.
I think I was ready.
I slip on my white converse, grab my phone and my bag, then head downstairs.
"Where's Ryan," I ask confusion evident on my face, as he was no where in sight.
"He left with Brayden like 5 minutes ago-"
Wooowww that's just cold, leaving your baby sister to fend for herself on her first day.
"You look nice." My mom says finishing her sentence, and sipping her coffee.
"Thanks," an instant flow of confidence rushes over me.
"You want a ride, I'm about to leave for work," my dad asked from behind me.
