"Wake up, Melony! You're going to be late for school." Mom yells from downstairs. I groan and put my head under my pillow. I really don't want to go to school today... Or any day to be honest.
I slowly get up and rub my eyes. Dad comes in with a glass of water. I know exactly what he is going to do with it. "I'm up, I'm up!" I say taking a few steps back. He just turns around and says, " we're leaving in ten minutes."
Oh god... I quickly run to the bathroom and wash my face. I go to my closet and pick an outfit. A grey sweater, a pair of black skinny jeans and white Tomy Takkies. I quickly change and put my curly black hair into a messy bun, not forgetting to put on my favorite lip balm, Cocoa Butter Vaseline. When I run downstairs I nearly knock my brother, Samual, over causing me to laugh, but walk away before he can do or say anything.
I pour myself a glass of milk and gulp it down quickly before brushing my teeth. Once I'm done I'm five minutes late. Oh no... oh well, at least it's Friday.
When I get to school I race to my locker before running into the class. Everyone stares at me. "Late again, Miss Layne." Says Mr Green. "Sorry, Sir." I say quickly and take my seat next to my best friend, Chris.
I didn't listen to anything the teacher was saying the whole lesson. I was just thinking about break time. Finally the bell rings and everyone springs up and runs out the class. What lunatics.
I take out my lunch and sit down at a table, followed by Chris. "You seem to be in your own world as usual, Mel." He says grinning. "Just couldn't wait to get to break." I say taking a bit of my sandwich.
We have a random conversation for the rest of break, as usual.
Finally school is over and I get to go home. As soon as I get home I eat. The I wrote a to-do-list because I'm always for getting things:
1. Do homework
2. Write in diary
3. Watch YouTube
4. Shower
5. Eat
6. Sleep
I always write a list even though I know I'll remember them... I don't know why...
So I do my homework and it's time to write in my diary and my number one rule is to not rub out anything I write:
Dear Diary,
I got into trouble for being late for school again... Oh well, it's not like I listened to the teacher anyway... All I could think about was food and Chris, I think I like him... Wait what?! No no no no no. He's like a brother to me I can't like him!
Oh my gosh... Well he is super duper hot and he's so sweet.
Ok I need to stop thinking like that!
What am I going to do?!
Shit.
I really hope no one reads this! And since when Melony?! Oh god, now I'm taking to myself...
To take my mind off that I go and watch YouTube. I watch like 100 videos, from Pewdiepie to O2L to Luke Korns and WeeklyChris.
After that I go take a shower washing my hair. Just as I finish getting into my pajamas, mom calls me to tell me that dinner is ready. I wrap my hair into a towel and run downstairs.
It smells so good.
I quickly finish eating and I go off to bed. Falling asleep almost instantly, thinking about Chris.
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Teen FictionMelony is an average 7th grader with good grades and a great best friend, Chris. They've been friends for a long time, but things have started changing...