¤ CB's POV, a few months later... ¤
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"Ugh," I groaned lightly against my pillow while slowly rubbing my eyes to make my sight clearer. I guess my alarm woke me up. I swear, that song always annoy me more than anything, even the mere tone makes me want to destroy where it came from. Makes a good alarm tone for me.
I ran my fingers through my hair as I yawned loudly to myself while stretching, waking myself up for the morning. Oh yeah, its the first day of school. New classmates, new teachers and new bullies to deal with. Argh.
I reached out for my cellphone beside me where the alarm came from and stopped the music, then changing it to some Taylor Swift music so I can get positive vibes for today. I hope. First song that came on was 'You Belong With Me'.
Leaving the phone on the bed, I stood up and fixed my bed so it looks neat before going to the bathroom with my towel, the music still playing inside the room. Well I don't mind it, its still connected to its charger so it won't lose its battery all that much.
I don't want to detail how I bathe, I just went in there, washed myself then got out of there and into my room to put some clothes on with the towel wrapped around me while walking to the hall. Sorry, I'm not a morning person unless I eat breakfast. It turns down my mood whenever I don't feel food inside my stomach. The mood swings are twice as horrible than my normal mood swings, trust me.
As I slipped into clothes inside my room with all the Taylor Swift songs playing on my phone to keep me company, I fixed my stuff for the first day of school. You know, bag, papers just in case, pens, markers, pencils, coloring materials if ever and some notebooks. Play safe than sorry. I also got my iPad, laptop, headphones and some books to read in case I get bored, and also my phone.
In case you are wondering what I am wearing, I'm in a normal 1989 Taylor Swift shirt with a dark blue jacket on me, with gray pants and black shoes. Told you, I ain't that girly.
When I'm all done fixing those in my red bag, I finally made my way downstairs while turning off the song in my phone. The song on before that was 'Style' by Taylor, just so you know.
"Hey sis, g'mornin'," Ennard said with a goofy smile on his face, while saluting to me playfully as I smiled back at him, saluting back.
I went down to the table, placing my bag on the floor gently (don't want to get my laptop wrecked now, do we?). "Mornin' to you too bro. Where's mom?"
"Uh," He started, "She's in the kitchen making breakfast. I heard this time it's going to be pancakes," Ennard said while licking his lips as he sniffed the air for the smell of those pancakes, making me chuckle.
I took a sniff for myself to believe in my brother. "Yeah, it does smell like pancakes," I said with a sweet smile, making my brother chuckle a bit.
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Sweeter Than Fiction (Freddy x Baby) || DISCONTINUED ||
FanfictionNOTE: Better read this book in "Paging Mode" ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ Freddy rolls his eyes annoyingly at Baby, as she shook her head with a disapproving look on her face. Chica looked at the...