Chapter 1.

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"Phil, wake up! We are leaving in an hour." My mom yelled up the stairs. I was woken to the smell of pancakes and the sunlight shining on the wall in front on my bed perfectly. I drug myself out of bed and grabbed my clothes. My normal attire was usually just an oversized sweatshirt with black skinny jeans, but today I had to make a good impression. I can't look sloppy for my arrival day at college. I grabbed a red polo and some khakis and headed for the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and sighed, "Phil, you've made it 18 years for this day, don't screw it up." I

combed my fringe and slipped into my clothes. "Phil, hurry up and get breakfast!" My mom yelled impatiently. I grabbed my duffle bag of clothes, phone chargers, etc., and walked down the stairs. "Good morning." My mom and brother said from the dining room table, my mom sipping her tea and my brother tearing apart his stack of pancakes.

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