Monday mornings suck. I belong with humans who think Monday mornings should be optional. I scrunched my nose before hitting my alarm clock and getting out of my fluffy bed. Walking towards my mirror I realize how much I look like a mess and decide that maybe I should brush my brown hair that ends a little under my chest. Side Note, make up isn't ever part of my routine I suck at it and maaan I don't have time to do this. I observe my also brown eyes, when I was younger I wanted those blue or green pretty eyes but my father once told me "You know Éloïse your eye colour may not stand out but the determination that shimmers in it is worth a million times more". Getting out of subject my bad. I run inside my closet and pick out the outfit I will wear at school. Translation: I take the first grey T-shirt under my hand pair it with a white washed jean and voilà!
I look at my gold watch and shieet I'm gonna be late for school! I grab my backpack and run out of my house beginning my marathon towards the bus stop because even tough I'm 16 I'm still working on my driving license. I HATE the bus!
AN: That was it for first chapter! Don't worry you'll meet some action soon! Also english is my second language so please if you see some mistakes please do tell me! Anyways hope you liked it<3
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