Jannabelle's P.O.V
"Jannabelle! Get up!" My aunt yelled from downstairs.
I smelled bacon
I stretched and got up reluctantly.
Looking into the mirror for a second or two, I made my way into the shower. When I get into the shower, I turn the nob to the hottest water setting. This always relaxes me..
I washed my hair and did what I usually do in the morning.
Dried myself off.
I walked to my small closet, humming a random tune softly. A pair of black shorts, with a black and white patterned blouse. A necklace and a headband would top off my lazy outfit decisioning.
I brushed through my hair and decided to quickly straighten it.
I quickly plugged in the iron as my aunt yelled that it was almost time for school.
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Affliction
RomanceA traumatized girl, an boy willing to take a chance. "But.. I-I can't" "Trust me." She took his hand and they jumped.
