Tough Love

Chapter One

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I throw my hand down on my alarm clock, hitting the off button. I groan, not wanting to wake up. I barely open my eyes but still see the time on my clock - 6:30. I sigh, wondering if I should take a 'sick' day. Deciding that it wasn't the best idea to fake sick, I slide out of my luxurious warm bed and into the chill stale air in my room. I head to my bathroom to take a quick shower before I get ready for school. I turn the hot water on and start taking my pajamas off while the water warms up. I take my shorts and tank top off, followed by my panties. I take a second to judge my body in the mirror. Not liking what I see, I look away and go check the water temperature. It's just how I like it and I step into the water. I quickly shampoo, condition, and wash my body due to lack of time. I rinse everything off and turn the water off. I grab my towel with lightning speed because of how cold I get after turning my water off. Shivering, I get out of the shower and dry myself off as much as I could. I peek my head into my room to look at my clock to see it's already 7.

"Shit," I curse. I put my hair in my towel and plugged my hair dryer in. Then I ran into my room and over to my closet to find something easy to throw on in a hurry. I pick out a pair of black leggings and a light grey sweatshirt, followed by a purple thong...my usual apparel. I quickly slip into my clothes, and slightly run back into my bathroom. I turn my hairdryer on and take my towel off of my head, brushing through my damp hair fast. I start blow drying it, since it's only damp it shouldn't take too long...except I've got long hair so it might? While drying my hair, I check my clock again seeing it's 7:15 already and I start to panic. School starts at 7:45 and I live at least ten minutes away. Finally, getting my hair to dry, I grab my makeup bag. Deciding my hair was dry enough I grab my eyeshadow pallet. I dip my brush into a light nude color and pat it on my eyelids. I put the brush down and grab my mascara. I brush my eyelashes with the mascara wand and grab my pointy tipped tweezers. As crazy as it seems, I start separating my eyelashes so they aren't stuck together. Determining that I don't need to do anything else. I look at my clock and see it's 7:23, leaving me less than five minutes to eat breakfast.

"Ava! If you don't come down and eat breakfast right now, you're going to be late!" my mom yells up to me.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" I yell back as I grab my Adidas sneakers. I put them on and double-knot the laces. I go over and stand in front of my bathroom mirror and feel satisfaction. Without wasting another minute, I grab my backpack and run downstairs into the kitchen. As I approach the kitchen table, I see that my mom has peeled two oranges and toasted two pieces of delicious cinnamon raisin bread and lathered it with butter.

"Thanks mom. Love you," I praise her for making me breakfast.

"You know, you should really get up earlier if you're this rushed," she said in a skeptical tone.

"Yeah so you tell me," I laugh. She smiles at me as I shove the food in my mouth like a pig. I leave one of the peeled oranges for a snack at school, but finish the rest of the food. "I gotta go mom," I say as I give her a hug.

"Have a good day sweetie," she replies. I smile at her in response and I grab my keys. I go out the front door and walk over to my car in the driveway. Every time I see my car I roll my eyes at the dent on the side, it's not the newest or best car but hey, it gets me places. I open the door for the backseat and throw my backpack in, and then open the drivers door and hop in. Starting my car, I check the time...it's 7:40.

"Well I'm going to be late," I sigh. "I just rushed for nothing." Mentally facepalming myself I put my car in drive and start on my way to school. As I drive, I grab my phone. I call my mom to tell her I'm going to be late. For some reason, every time I know I'm going to be late I tell her on my way to school. It's a guilt thing I guess. I look at the clock - it's literally 7:45 and I'm 5 minutes away. I shake my head knowing I should get up earlier, but still decide more sleep is better. I connect my phone to my bluetooth radio and start jamming out to Lady Gaga to get myself into a better mood.