It was a cool October morning. As my alarm begins to ring, I quickly shut it off and roll back over. I slowly sit up in my bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to stay awake. I grab my phone and check to see if I have any notifications. Nothing important seems to show, so I throw it back on the bed and stand up. I walk over to my closet, wiggle into my binder, and then pull out the baggiest hoodie I can find. I slip into it and open up my dresser drawer. I dig through my drawer until I find my black ripped skinny jeans. I put them on and pull them up to my waist. I look in the mirror for a second before deciding to pull my pants over my hips. I nod to myself, and put on some deodorant. I then drag myself to the bathroom as slowly as possible. I begin to brush my teeth while also putting gel in my hair, attempting a hot messy look. After I finish I walk down to the kitchen. "Morning sis." My sister, Brittany, says as I cringe.
"I told you not to call me that." I say to her.
"Shit I'm sorry, I forgot. Good morning bro." She corrects herself.
"Thank you. And good morning to you too." I say as I pull the carton of orange juice out of the fridge and take a swig of it.
"Cmon man, mom said to stop doing that." Brittany says.
"It's not gonna hurt anyone. Plus I'm saving dishes." I say as I roll my eyes.
"Whatever. Are you ready to go?" She asks me.
"Yeah, just let me grab my bag real quick." I say as I start to walk upstairs.
"Meet me out in the car." She says. I grab my bag and pull my door completely shut. I then walk outside and go to the passenger side of the car and climb in.
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Trapped in Myself
Teen Fiction"This dress would look perfect on you." "Dresses aren't really my thing" He knew who he was, even when no one else understood. ⚠️trigger warnings⚠️
