Living A Double Life

Story of My Life

February 8th, 2018
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"Kids, get up. It's time for your first day back at school!", Gionna yelled from down the stairs as she got a sleeping Aubrey into her high chair so that she could cook the kids breakfast. This is an everyday routine. Mom cooks breakfast, Camila never wakes up on time for school, and Jameson is already up before mom says to.

Camila's POV.
"Omg I'm sooo tired of school!", I scream into her pillow as I start to wake up. I walk into the bathroom, not even 2 seconds later my best-friend Chelsey is calling. "WAKKE UP BITCHH IT'S TIME TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL", Chels yelled through the phone. "Omg bitch ima need you to calm all this yelling down. It is WAAYY to fucking early for you to be yelling the way you just did". Chelsey is the hyper active friend, but also Camila's go to. They've been friends since 1st grade and nobody could break them apart. She always gives good advice to Camila, and that's mainly why her and Chels became friends in the first place.

"Bitch I do gotta put you on tho when I get to school. Me and sexy ole Shawn been texting. Oooooh his chocolate self. He just don't know how bad I want to slur-" "GIRL HE IS SOOO FINE! TELL ME THE REST WHEN YOU GET HERE. I NEED ALL THE DETAILS WHEN YOU GET TO SCHOOL AND DO NOT LEAVE ANYTHING OUT, and don't be late cause you know how Ms. Taylor be", Chels interrupted as she hung up after her last word. "Well damn", I said feeling a lil salty that she just cut me off the way she did.

I had to get ready for school, before I was late. "This is going to be a loong day", I mouthed to myself looking at the mirror seeing myself still dressed in my pajamas. I kind of had an idea of what I was going to wear today. I had to stunt on everybody, mostly just look good for Shawn because we been texting and I want him to notice me so badly. I put on my American Eagle ripped jeans, with my white fitted t-shirt. I threw on my yellow jean jacket and put on my yellow and black one's.

"Zamnnnnn girl", I said to myself. I look cute even on my worst days. I threw some gel in my hair and brushed it into a ponytail. I had mixed girl hair so it really didn't matter, because it always looked good.