Celeste's 6:30 alarm blared into her ears jolting her awake from a peaceful sleep.
The girl yawned and sat up in her bed. The sun began to shine brightly through her windows. It was a beautiful day outside, but,
"Why is the sun out so early?" she said to herself.
Grabbing her phone to stop the alarm, she took a quick look at the time.
7:25 am
She started to panic.
"No...no, no, no no, no!!" The girl muttered under her breath.
6 messages from: Cameron.
3 missed calls from: Cameron.
6:30 am -Cameron: Good Morning, meet me at the coffee shop by the school :P
6:57 am Cameron: I'm here already, just wanted to let you know :)
7:10 am -Cameron: Stuck in traffic?
7:15 am -Cameron: Celeste?
7:20 am -Cameron: Are you coming..?
7:25 am -Cameron: Hey I don't know what's up, but I'm getting ready to leave... see you in class.
The girl flung herself out of her bed furious.
"FUCK" She ran into her bathroom and threw her clothes off as she hurried to start her shower.
Celeste felt so bad. All she could think about was hurrying, rushing, doing things quickly. She darted back and forth from her room to her bathroom trying to complete her morning routine as fast as possible.
Jumping out the shower she then rushed find and put on her clothes that consisted of dark skinny jeans and an oversized white turtleneck sweater.
Back in the bathroom, she quickly did her morning skincare (she was to wear makeup but it was too late for that), brushed her teeth and struggled to put her curly pink hair in a bun at the top of her head. She then laid her baby hairs and proceeded out of her bathroom.
Grabbing her backpack and wallet, Celeste ran around in her fuzzy white socks looking for her car keys.
"Where the FUCK are my keys!?"
After chucking a few items across her room, she found the keys under a pile of clothes. Snatching them, she ran over to her perfume/jewelry stand to quickly spray her body and grab her gold hoops.
No matter how late Celeste was running. She never left the house without earrings. It was something her mother ingrained into her soul.
Darting out of her room she runs down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Who the hell is running in my house?" Her mother yells, hearing all of the noise her daughter was making.
"Sorry, mom! I'm running very late." she answers her mother, grabbing a pop tart from the pantry.
"See, what did I tell you about time management." Her father, in the same spot from yesterday, begins to lecture the girl.
"Yeah, yeah, dad. 'Managing time', blah blah, 'do better' blah blah, 'When I was growing up I was always on time' blah, blah. I've heard it all before." She flings the front door open.
"Well if you've heard it so much, you'd think you'd start doing it."
"Okay" She rolled her eyes away from her father. "I gotta go, love you! Remember I work today."
