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"IMAGINATION is the only weapon in a war against REALITY."

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[ ✼ EMILY ✼ ]

I throw back the covers and the cold air hits me like a wall. It's Monday, which means school. And by school, I mean the arguably most effective torture device invented (For students, at least.) Shivering, I rush to my closet to pick out my outfit for the day.

Honestly, I don't put much thought into what I wear every day unlike the majority of other girls my age. So, I throw on a pair of skinny jeans, my favorite black and white hoodie, and I walk over to my bathroom. I carefully apply some makeup, making sure I don't look like a total clown.

I'm greeted with the sound pots and pans clanging loudly in the kitchen below.

Uh oh.

I rush downstairs to find my mom standing in the kitchen, frying some bacon. Plates and utensils are strewn across the counter. I narrow my eyes in suspicion. My mom can NOT cook. Inching forward, I finally catch a glance of the bacon, which is burnt to a crisp. Of course. And here I thought I was going to have a decent breakfast.

"Mom?" I ask, inching forward with my hands up in front of me, a grin on my face. "It's okay, the bacon can't harm you, it's already dead."

My mom's head whips around and she shoots me an icy glare. "Yeah, I hadn't noticed," she replies sarcastically.

I swear, my mom grew old way too fast. She's pretty much a teenager trapped in an old lady's body. No offense.

"Do me a favor, and throw this away, will you? I got impatient because it wasn't cooking, so I did what any normal human being would do," she shrugs her shoulders, giving me a sheepish smile, " I dumped it on the fire."

My jaw drops open. Sure enough, I spy bacon bits simmering in the fire. I let out an exaggerated groan and take the pan from her. After I dump it in the trash, I pour myself some milk and cereal and settle down at the island to eat my breakfast.

A shrieking beep sounds outside and I nearly fall off my chair before a grin finds its way into my face. I snatch my phone off the counter and sling my backpack over my shoulders on the way to the door. I open it to find my two best friends smiling up at me in Violet's red convertible.

"Hurry up, Emily!" Violet calls out, a smirk on her face. How I wish I could just slap it off. But even while I'm thinking this, my grin is so wide I could be the Joker.

"While we're young, Emily!" my other best friend Lucas calls out. This causes me to laugh and I slip into a pair of sneakers before piling into the convertible.

As soon as I've closed the door, Violet slams the gas pedal and we rocket down the street. The roof is down right now and Lucas stands up in the car, whooping and yelling. I laugh at his craziness. I could never do that.

Whoops, looks like I spoke to soon because the next thing I know, Lucas is pulling me up with him and now we're BOTH standing and whooping, my hair flying like a banner behind me.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and too soon Violet pulls into the school parking lot. Lucas and I sit down at the last second before grabbing our things and hopping out of the car.

We meet Violet on the sidewalk and we all link our arms together. We do this almost every day, and it's become a tradition for the three of us. I met Violet in eighth grade and almost immediately we became super close friends. Lucas has been my friends for so long, I can hardly remember when we met.