**SEQUEL**
This time, it's not the story about Kaytlyn Flores. It's the story of Blair Cohen.
The daughter of the feared bad boy and the popular athlete-or, should I say 'The Bad Boy's Girl'?
It's not too hot. Not too cold. It's, like the perfect temperature. Plus, my legs don't go all red when I wear ripped jeans.
Winter, it's windy and shit. Every time I wear ripped jeans, my legs go bright red. It sucks.
So, guess what I decided to do today? I wore ripped jeans, with a crop top and Moccasins. (Below)
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But, it was fall this morning. Then, a damn blizzard came throughout the school day.
So, winter is officially here. And, it gets even better.
Lynne didn't feel good, so Aunt Lilli came and picked her up. Landon has been sick for two days, so he didn't come to school at all. Dylan, Mackenzie, and Myles' school gets out ten minutes earlier than my high school. So they get home first. And, that means I am going to walk home all alone. In the freezing cold.
But, I may die of hypothermia before I get home.
I swung my backpack over my right shoulder. It was heavier than when I arrived this morning. Maybe due to the increase of homework. It's also holding my phone and pencil case.
Now, out into the snowfall. With no jacket.
My legs made their way through the cold. I was glad that my shoes were waterproofed. And, as well as the fact that there's only about three inches of snow.
