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Chapter 4

Lilly

Monday comes quicker than I expected as my eyes shoot open to the loud ringing of the alarm I set on my phone. I lazily stretch my arm out to grab it from the night stand and quickly tap the snooze button, squinting as I try to read the time displayed on the lock screen. 6:01 AM, it reads.

I let out a long sigh as I slowly sit up and rub my eyes. Besides it being a day I hate the most, today also happens to be the first day of school; my first day of attending a new school, as in: I'm going to be the new girl at school, the person who tries to fit in with everyone because they haven't been with the other students since the beginning. How lovely.

I roll my eyes at the thought of what I'm about to face today while I drag myself out of bed and sleepily trudge my way into the bathroom right beside my bedroom.

I yawn as I prep myself for an early morning shower, tying my hair up and removing my night wear. Before I hop through the shower curtains, I grab the new pomegranate-apple shower gel I picked up at Target a few days ago. I smile as I pop open the top of the full bottle and take in the pleasant aroma. I turn the shower on and quietly debate whether or not I should shave my legs. I think I will even though I'd most likely be wearing some skinny jeans. I quickly remove some stubble and lather up. I take at least a half hour in there and I'm forced to hurry out when Cameron bangs on the door telling me to get out.

"I'm done, hold up!" I yell at him as I grab my stuff from off the sink after quickly but thoroughly brushing my teeth. I'm still in my towel as I pull open the bathroom door and stomp toward my bedroom.

"You took nearly an hour in there. We need to get ready too you know," he glares at me as he holds his towel in his hand.

"Whatever," I huff and slam my bedroom door after walking in.

Way to go ruining my morning, Cameron.

I roll my eyes as I dry myself off. I now have to decide what I'm going to wear today. This is going to be a major challenge, I know it. Maybe I should ask Nat what I should wear. Nah, I'm fine.

I pull open the doors of my huge, white painted wardrobe and stare at the row of clothing in front of me. God, what am I going to wear?! I grab my phone that sits on the bed and look at the time

displayed on the screen. 6:47. Ugh.

"Okay, this shouldn't be hard," I tell myself, picking up my favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans, "this should be good enough."

I then move onto the top. I pull out an arrangement of tops of all different colors and styles. It takes a few minutes of grunting and flinging different clothes all over the room before I finally pull a floral patterned crop top out of the wardrobe. I smile at it and stand up to put it together with the pair of black jeans I laid out on the bed. Perfect! I check the time once again, 6:54. I have to be downstairs by 7:15.

I hurriedly pull on the jeans and look at the mirror. I should really lose a few, but not right now. I then throw on a tank top before putting on the pretty crop top with sunflowers printed all over it. I look in the mirror once more and I'm finally pleased with my outfit. I now have to do my make up, the usual but I do try something different by flairing up my eyes, adding a small yet stunning wing to the end of the round line. It looks different but awesome and I'm finally ready as I slip my combat boots on my feet.

I then start throwing some notebooks and some stationery into my black messenger bag before shoving my phone into my back pocket and exiting the room after turning the lights out.

I quickly hop down the stairs but miss a step and trip over my feet. I struggle to get up and my elbows temporarily pain now. Ugh.

"Hopefully I don't trip in front of anyone today at school," I sigh as I finally get up and cringe at the thought of tripping over myself on the first day. R.I.P, dignity.