Chapter 1

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       First period, English. Second period, History. Ten-minute break to get stuff from my locker. That's how my schoolday starts every single weekday for 9 out of 12 months. I'm at my locker getting my script for drama when my best friend, Celine, comes up to me and I jump out of my skin. Celine makes some joke about how English teachers love Shakespeare. I laugh nonchalantly as our other best friends, Sarina and Yaabilaj, Yaabi for short, come rushing up to us.

"Oh my god," Sarina says quick and out of breath, "Rebecca just crashed into me and all of the stuff in my binder that I had just gotten from my locker spilled all over the ground and she just walked away."

       My name is Abby Wilson. I am 17 and a senior in high school. My best friends are Celine, Sarina, and Yaabilaj. I have a dog named Tui, and I live with my parents in Summerland, California. I enjoy taking walks on the beach, (which is right next to my house), and getting ice cream at the local market. My style is a mix of vintage and trendy.

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       The next day, I wake up at 4:35 and put on leggings and a sweatshirt. I go into the kitchen and make myself an iced coffee and go back to my room. I grab my phone and my earbuds and sit on my bed. I brush my medium length, golden hair, and put it into a ponytail. I finish my iced coffee and put on my white tennis shoes. I call Tui over to the backdoor and let her outside. She (ungracefully) gallops down the rough wood stairs and onto the smooth, cool sand. I follow her into the cool seaside breeze. I call out to Tui because she's already trying to catch a seagull. I start to jog with her chasing after me.

       I get home at 5:15 out of breath and drink some water. I make a smoothie and go into my room. I get dressed for school, a pair of white leggings, a fitted light blue top, and a gold necklace. I pull my golden hair into two dutch braids and grab my white vans. I go into the living room where the Christmas tree stands shining, and put my phone in my pocket. I grab my backpack and my water bottle and walk out to my car. I sit down in my car and put my backpack on the ground. I drive to Sarina's house just as she texts me that she is sick. I then drive to Celine's house, where she jumps into the front seat and throws her stuff onto me. School is normal that day, and Celine and I go to Starbucks after school to do our homework.

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       Today is a Saturday, and I wake up at 6, go for a run, and then pick up Celine, Sarina, and Yaabi and we drive to the downtown area of our town. We walk around in the cool breeze and go to Celine's mom's nail salon. "Hi girls!" Linh says. "Hi," we all echo back. We get our nails done. Sarina gets light pink gel nails, Celine gets light purple acrylics, Yaabi gets white gel nails, and I get light blue acrylics.

       We talked with someone from our school, named Lorelei, for a little. Yaabi has to go to her job at the only ice cream shop in our small, seaside town, so we drop her off and get some free ice cream. The rest of us go back to my house and relax in my room while watching Christmas movies. I drop Sarina off at her job at a restaurant and then drop off Celine at the town bakery for her job. I drive home and quickly change into fancier clothes and then drive to my mom's office, where I get paid to help her (and I get extra food which is always a plus.)

       Later that night, Sarina, Celine, and Yaabi come over to my house. We got into our matching pajamas and set up sleeping bags in my room. We put on Christmas movies, get snacks, and order pizza. The pizza comes, and we all eat. We invite some people from our school and play Truth or Dare. They leave at around 9, and we talk for a long time. Sarina's birthday is tomorrow, so we decide that we are going to get up early tomorrow to watch the sunrise. We go on our phones and fall asleep at around 12.

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