So I woke up the next morning and took a long hot shower and got dressed. I decided on my holister sonny jeans, a pair of black vans and my thin plain dark grey hoodie with cream colored drawstrings and NO fricken front pocket!
🚨🚨AUTHORS NOTE!!🚨🚨
This really did happen! Omg I have to share this with you guys because my face and reaction was priceless and IN PUBLIC when I realized my BRAND NEW hoodie has no pockets. So I bought this hoodie and it was on sale, I loved it. Dark grey, cream strings and thin but fit me perfectly like the right amount of baggy and the right amount of fit. In the right places as well! So I wear it bc is pissing rain outside I mean like a fricken monsoon! Well I get inside the resturaunt where we were eating and I go to stick my phone in my "pocket" only to realize, there isn't one!! My family laughed at my reaction, but I still am in love with this hoodie. Okay that's all I'll get back to the story now!
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I pulled my bangs back into a poof and added a decent sized white bow to the end of my poof and put on some light makeup.
I ran downstairs to see mom and dad watching tv,
"Hey honey breakfast is in the microwave I didn't want it to get cold!" Mom said.
"Oh thanks mommy! Morning dad!" I yelled from the kitchen,
"How'd ya sleep kid?" He asked
"Fine," I said now leaning on the frame of the wall of the living room and eating a piece of toast. Dad looked at me unbelieving,
"Well fineish. But better than most nights." I admitted.
"Anymore headaches?" He asked concerned.
"Not really. Some here and there but other than that, it's okay, dad. I promise." I said.
"Hey!" He said as I turned to walk away,
"Got your melon meds in the bag?" He asked.
"Yes DAD I have my head meds in the bag!" I laughed and said my goodbyes as I grabbed the keys to my car and walked out the door.
You see, since the accident, I have headaches like crazy and my dad is afraid of me going into another coma. When I had the accident I didn't wake up for three days. I could hardly remember who I was, who my parents were, or what happened.
I got to uncle kens house and ran inside, tackling him and giving him a huge hug.
"You ready to go Uncle Ken?!" I said giddily as we got up.
"Yeah little buddy lets go!" He grabbed his keys to the SUV and we left.
"So where we headed H?" Ken asked me.
"Well I kind of wanna wear a dress tonight. Soo, how about Classy Lady?" I suggested.
"Wait, you wanna wear a dress?!" He asked in shock.
"Uh huh!" I said.
"Well I'm glad I came then! Not too short H! I'm gonna be the judge!" He said chuckling.
We jammed out to Good Time by Owl City with the windows down, singing at the top of our lungs and dancing like fools. We pulled up to a stoplight in town as we sang,
"WHOA-oh oh ITS ALWAYS A GOOD TIME!" We sang and laughed until a car beside us honked. Ken waved and slapped my arm,
"Hey H look who it is!" He said as I turned down the music,
OH MY GOD. It was Travis! He saw us at the red light jamming and acting like fools! He saw ME! I waved slightly and smiled as I turned a bright shade of red as the light changed colors and we left.
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