*beep* *beep* *beep* as I walked up to my room my alarm clock started. Yay, I thought sarcastically. I then went downstairs to get some coffee, I'll be needing lots of it. As I waited for my mug to fill up with the dark liquid I made myself a small bowl of cereal. I soon heard the sound of my mother coming downstairs.
She stared at me quizzically, " Why are you still in last nights clothes?"
I answered her with a look as if to say "Does it look like I want to tell you?"
After finishing my cereal, and making myself another cup of Joe. I went upstairs for a shower, a cold shower. I then got dressed and made myself somewhat presentable foundation , blush and mascara and a light liner. Soon after I was de-zombiefied I left the house out into the wet warmth of early summer and into my bright red Mini Cooper. I could've walked but I wanted to swing by Starbucks before school started get more caffeine into my system, preferably in the form of a white chocolate mocha or a mocha cookie crumble.
As I rode into my usual parking spot at school, I was surprised to see the spot beside me empty, that's where Emma usually parks her blue Prius there. I check the clock,,then stare at the parking spot, classes start in 10min, Emma and I always meet 15min before the bell, well Emma waits for me for 5 min and I come 10min before. It dosen't worry me but I decide to call her anyways she answers at the same time as I see her Prius stroll into the parking lot. As she finishes parking she grabs her stuff and before I can even get out of the car she opens the passenger door, sits and slams it shut. Now that I see her up close in see that something is going, no purple liner, her crappy mascara and barely any foundation. Her hair usually completely straightened and always down, is pulled back in to a knot of some kind as if she had a bun but then ran in windstorm. Finally to top it all off, she was wearing bootcut jeans, a big no in Emma's life and a shirt with a weird stain on it, she also forgot her deodorant. Before I can ask what's wrong she falls into my arms, crying.
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Stressed but well dressed
Novela JuvenilI had been up with Jeff, my university helper person all night. Now don't get any ideas, Jeff was 75 with a shaggy white beard that was never cut evenly, and a beer belly. Graduation was 4 months away, and I still had no university, I had gone throu...
