Crazy Day

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         I don't consider myself a particularly pretty girl. I have long curly hair, eyes, lilac-grey. Umma always said that I was trouble from the very start. Getting into things I wasn't supposed to, eating sweet jelly straight from the jar, and getting dirty in the godforsaken backyard after falling from the yellow swingset which gave me plenty of bruises. I remember the tall pine trees that allowed streaks of light to peer through but always teasing me with the bright blue sky. What Umma saw as troublesome, I saw as fun.

                 No matter what, I always end up waking up, drinking coffee, stressing over the news, and then realizing I'm late for work. This plays on repeat. Like a disc, but my life's record has a scratch on it. That was until the day my best friends (note, its plural) asked me out.

I promise the chapters will be longer! This is just a little sneak peek. C;

-author <3

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