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It was morning. There was no doubt in that as the light poured mercilessly through the window, blurring my vision. With a loud groan that left my lips, I turned over throwing my face into the fluffy white clouds that laid beneath my head, easing the roadwork that seemed to be going off in my head. Several tosses and turns later my eyes flutter open and my leg softly glides across the sunlit bed sheet and perhaps for a second, I felt somewhat at peace.
Good thing I mentioned that it only lasted a second or so before I felt another hammering hit making my hands instantly grip my tangled locks. As I run my finger through I instantly cringe at the thought of having to brush this mess out and the exceptional pain that would follow along. The memories of last night I would have wished would stay a blur or just disappear into thin air as if the night never happened but I guess that's never really the case if you really want something. Life just loves to go against you, am I right or am I right? I note in the back of my mind I should really go send Ren a text later to thank her for getting my completely wasted ass back home somehow and that I'm actually alive and not in need of a stomach pump.
I look around only to notice that in fact, I was in my own room, laying in my own bed. Well, when I say my own room and bed I mean my temporary home. I throw my head back onto the pillow in realisation that I'd have to face the wrath of my parent the second I step out of that door. Maybe staying locked in my room whilst the storm passes over would be a far better idea, I think.
I lay silently looking up at the ceiling for only a couple of seconds before the boredom had struck along with my stomach with begged to fed as it growled loudly. Without a second doubt, I jump out of bed and quickly stretch before walking across the room.
As soon as my barefoot touches the wooden panels and my feet lead me towards the door I know that they're having a fry up from the delicious smell of bacon and eggs along with the slight aroma of pure black coffee. Going against my judgement I decide that my cravings of what was set out downstairs are worth dealing with the pure disgust on my parents' faces at my irresponsibility last night.
I bite down on my lip in anticipation and fear of what the morning would have in store for me but instead, I shake off the anxious thoughts and quietly shake the door open. The door painfully squeaks open making my instantly cringe at the loud noise that echoed in the silence of the hallway. My bare feet lead me down the hallway which appears to be deadly silent, only the soft hum of music coming from the radio along and the mouthwatering smell of breakfast being prepared leads me to the conclusion that everyone was already sat downstairs. Once I make it down the stairs I stand outside the archway leading to the kitchen and lean against the wall.
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The Art of Learning to Breathe
Teen FictionCOMPLETE FIRST DRAFT VERY SLOW EDITING IN PROCESS Adelaine Colbert, a seventeen-year-old college dropout, family failure and socially awkward. After dropping out of college and destroying her parents' dreams and ambitions she has a plan. Get a job...