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CHAPTER 5 - SCHOOL!
"There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare"
Ughhh!!
"for the love of christ , where is my alarm " i groaned .
trying to open my eyes , suddenly memories of last night flooded into my mind .
today was school.
Shit . Freakin. Shit .
I quickly got up , making my way to bathroom.
After half an hour , I was standing in front of my wardrobe , looking for clothes .
Hmm.. what should I wear . i thought .
finally , i went with a red tanktop and a pair of denim mini skirt .
You cannot call me a slut . you should see what other girls wear, my skirt ended up at mid thigh.
I went with pair of sneakers , as I was in no mood of wearing boots and stilletos out of question.
I took my headphones and went downstairs .
my car was to be shipped today , but I guess it delayed .Great now I have to walk.
Mom was making blueberry pancakes .I was literally drooling .
and I was very--
My stomach growled .
--hungry.
"goodmorning " mom greeted ." hungry" she smirked
probably had heard my stomach growled .
i blushed and nodded .
i sat down and she kept pancakes in front of me .
blueberry pancakes was the best dish she made .
I ate like it was no tomorrow ..
she chuckled seeing me.
i brushed her off and continued eating .
"sweetie , fredie and I will be unpacking so you have to walk to school today" she started
i groaned .
"I hope there is no problem " she ignored my groan.
I bit my lip
" nah , I will go " i replied"
she stood up and started cleaning the counter.
i went up to my room , and packed my bag.
i went downstairs plugging my headphones.
"bye guys, see you later" i went outside
Immediately greeted by hot summery air .
I played my favourite playlist "CLASSICS" .
It had all the country songs .
i had my head dipped low ,muttering lyrics of Summer of 69 by Bryan Adams .
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