In a Field of Flowers, I'd Pick You First

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Jax
Good morning to my messy bed, -which is what happens when you're a restless sleeper and wake up sideways - my annoying alarm, and first day of sophomore year.
Shoving myself out of the happy place, I start my search for actual clean clothes to wear.
I guess I stopped caring about what I wore for the first day if school when I started junior high. A pair of okay blue-jeans, a black shirt, and maybe a jean jacket, if I'm feeling fancy for a Canadian tuxedo.
I've managed to slug into the bathroom that our whole family, unfortunately, shares. I'm just lucky enough to be the first one awake in an apartment with my bathroom-hogging sister.
I do a little styling with my hair, so it doesn't look like I've been raised in a barn, and a little of my sister's concealer will help with that zit who recently decided to invite itself to a hormone party on my neck.
My "routine" is completed by aggressively brushing my teeth, and finally venturing to the sacred land, titled: The Kitchen.
Cereal and Pop-Tarts are a classic, so I grab a bowl along with the milk out of the fridge, and pop some chocolatey goodness in the toaster.
I hear my sister stumble into the bathroom like she's having a hangover. I know she's not, and that she just stayed up until one in the morning watching some over-dramatic detective show.
My Pop-Tarts bounce in the toaster, signaling to my growling stomach that I can feast upon them. I pour milk and sugary cereal into a plastic bowl I have prepared on the counter. To award myself for actually getting up this morning, I pour some coffee, too. But I don't like mine bitter, so I steal the vanilla creamer out of the fridge door to tell the scolding coffee to chill out.

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After breakfast, and a couple minute lecture from my sister to "put the lid back on her concealer if I'm gonna use it", we tell our dad to wake up, we love him, and we're leaving for school.
We walk down a couple flights of stairs to head out the back door of the apartment building and arrive in the parking lot. I locate my cream-colored BMW 3 series. She's a bit beat up, but she drives well all the same.
I climb in the driver's seat, as Jamie followed suit, sitting in the passenger seat.
I turn the ignition, and we pull out of the parking lot.

(Art by: Tracie Andrews)
A/N
I know it's short, but I haven't updated in a while and I wanted to give you guys something...
I'll try my best to post more!