every monday started the same.
wake up ten minutes too late, a rush to get to a 9am, and the constant wonder if it was really worth it.
joey tyler has been doing this everyday since the start of the semester and should've grasped the schedule by now. and yet, here she was every monday (wednesday's and friday's too) running through the commons praying to god she'd make it somewhat close to on time. this monday wasn't going to be any different for her.
until she basically body slams the current left fielder for the boston red sox.
that made this monday very different from every single monday that could've happened.
author's note: me? finally starting this? more likely than ya think.
all jokes aside howdy :-) how's life? mine's a mess that can only be explained as being a pre-law student but what can you do i picked this life for myself!
anyway i'm hoping to get an actual chapter out next week before finals start :))))
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louvre; andrew benintendi
Teen Fictionjoey tyler is already, admittedly, the biggest klutz on this side of chestnut hill. but it isn't until she runs, or rather slams into a certain #16 for the red sox that she's thankful for that trait.
