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(a/n: lowercasing is intentional)

i heard a loud whistle coming from outside, i roll my eyes and turn onto my side. the loud sound led me to sandwich my head between my pillows attempting to muffle the high pitch screech.

"it's fucking 1am on a monday night, don't they have anything better to do?" i mumble to myself out of annoyance.

before i look out the window i can already tell who it is. it was stupid namjoon and his friends, every night for the past two weeks they've been playing with those stupid fireworks.

i tossed my comforter off myself and creep towards my window. i could hear bursts of laughter and skateboards rolling down the pavement as i got closer, this would almost be like a cute movie.. if it wasn't fucking 1am, on my fucking street.

i watched quietly from my room, gently laying on the windowsill with my arms crossed as support for my head.

some nights i consider going out there with my dad's old bb gun and shoot one or two of them, but i'm trying to get arrested again.

my eyes began feeling heavy and slowly started to close, the loud banging sounds had finally reached it's end. they probably decided they wanted to terrorize another street.

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my eyes slowly drifted open due to a bright light shining on my pale face. i groaned and flinched as i was unprepared for the bright light shining directly in my eyes.

well shit i fell asleep by the window.

as i got up i heard my back crack. mental note to self don't sleep on the windowsill.

i glanced at the clock to see the time 6:34am. i yawned while walking into the bathroom, i quickly brushed my teeth and did my business. then returning to my room to put my uniform on then style my hair.

i never understood uniform. never will. you give us a short skirt and tight shirt to wear to prevent us from wearing 'inappropriate clothing'? because right now i feel like i could be one of those hentai characters. in real life.

i put my long dark brown hair in two half-up, half-down messy space buns. then quickly put on a few layers of mascara to make my eyes pop.

i walked down the stairs with my ear buds in, i wasn't playing any music though, i was just trying to avoid awkward morning conversations.

when i got to the kitchen i saw a note on the fridge "got called in early.. should be home later tonight - love mom," i read aloud sighing. i pulled out my ear buds and crumbled the note, tossing it in the trash.

i grabbed a banana and a carton of chocolate milk with a straw, i opened the carton and sat on top of the island plopping my straw right in and then taking a long sip. as i was eating my gourmet breakfast i saw my sister tiptoeing up the stairs.

"what the fuck are you doing?" i said with my mouth full of banana, my sister froze on the stairs slowly turning her head.

"oh you know i was doing a project at a friends house and then i fell asleep." she replied clearly lying through her teeth.

"yeah? really?" she nodded in response.

"what was the project? seeing how many hickies one could receive in a night? because if it was i'd say your 'friend' definitely earned their spot in the guinness book of world records" i chuckled looking at her purple neck, it looked more like she got hit by a bolder than anything else.