Stupid alarm clocks. That was one of the better dreams I've had in a while. I'm surprised it was running. I haven't ran since I broke my ankle. It's been three years. Three years of no running.
My life was so promising. I would get a scholarship for running and go to my dream college. I wouldn't be able to afford it but getting a sport scholarship would have sealed it for me.
I would have but now I can't.
"Valeria!!! Get up!!! You'll be late!!!," My mom screamed from the kitchen. It smells like eggs and bacon-my favorite.
"Coming mom!!," I yelled back. She has a tendency to continue yelling at me unless I yell back or go downstairs. I chose yelling for today.
I got ready and wore my hair up. No makeup, I stopped wearing it after my accident. My outfit was plain.
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•Outfit•
I walked down the stairs with my backpack half-slinged over my shoulder and kissed my mom goodbye while she handed me a Tupperware of food.
I made my way to the garage where my car was parked and took my keys off the hooks that are above the light switch.
I opened my car door and got inside, turning on my car and hearing it's soft whoosh back to life. The cold leather seat below me forced me to flip on the heating and it also made its presence known through light touches of semi-warm air.
2005 Ford, Mustang, Light Blue.
I got her as a fifteen birthday gift. In Mexican culture turning fifteen signifies you've become a women. My dad thought a car worth five-thousand dollars would signify I'm a women, even though at the time I couldn't drive my own car.
I eventually got my license and became a dangerous driver. Just kidding, but no seriously. I would rate myself a 7/10 on driving.
My mom opens the garage door so that I can back out. As I'm backing out I see something fluffy.
A rabbit? A dog? A squirrel?
My assumptions are all proven incorrect when I hear a meow. A cat. I wonder if it's been sitting outside all night.
I make my way out of the car and grab the cat. It's black with a white spot in the middle of its forehead and it has a white paw.
At least it's not all black. That would be bad.
I yell for my mom to grab the cat seeing as I'm going to be late for school if I don't get this little situation under control. My mom comes out and tabs the cat, a questioning look on her face.
"Just take care of it till I get home, please?," I say.
"Ok, hija, but we are gonna have to figure what to do with this gatito," My mom says.
"Okay, Mamá," I respond.
She waves me away and I get in my car again. I'm finally able to drive off.
I park my car in the designated spot for students and walk into my first class of the senior year.
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hey guyssss
lmfao so i hope you enjoyed this small little chapter of this book. i am currently deciding on the title but i have most of my storyboard already designed in a sense. i really hope i stuck with this because i have HUGE plans for topics i want to cover within this book. all of these topics have to with my personal life and some from others lives that have influenced me to become the person i am.
more updates coming soon since i am now on my summer break and have more time to spare.
