I flex my face in the mirror looking for wrinkles and blemishes. If I've done my job right my face should be as flawless as a airbrushed model. I'm able to mist my face one more time with setting spray before I hear her.
"Kirsten I will ground your ass if you're even a second late out of that door, so don't test me little girl" I shudder at her harpy like voice, ignoring her words. My phone vibrates as I stick it in my back pocket and I ignore it too, knowing it'll just be my "friends" on snapchat sending their morning streaks. If I leave within three minutes I can hit Starbucks and not be late to first period. Flicking off the light, I take one last glance around my room, and sigh as I turn to go down the stairs, blonde curls bouncing about.
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"Lemme get a blended matcha green tea latte, extra whip, and a poppyseed muffin"
"Is that all ma'am?"
"Yeah."
"That'll be-"
My phone pings and I glance down, spacing out of the girls words when I see who it is. Thomas. Ugh, I forgot that we had gotten into a fight earlier. I hear I car behind me honk and pull up to the next window and hand her ten dollars knowing it'll be enough. While she grabs my change I think back to Thomas and smile knowingly, I'll forgive him for anything, I love him too much not to.
My alarm showing that the first bell rang pops up as I grab my change and speed off, praying Mr.Newlind is still sick.
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Philophobia
Roman d'amourThough they're all from different cliques they were all together when a fatal school shooting destroyed their lives. Read as each of their lives are revealed , showing through their facades and proving that they're all connected to the shooting. TRI...
