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Daisy's POV***
"DAISY ALICE HENDERSON GET OUT OF BED NOW!!!!!!!!"
"Ughhh" I groaned out loud. I didn't want to, it was so warm and comfy under my fuzzy blankets. My eyes started to drift closed, grumbling about going back to school...
Going back to school?! Oh crap!! My first day of senior year! I leapt out of bed, took a quick look at the clock and nearly shrieked. 8:05?!? I had twenty minutes to get to school on time!! First bell rang at 8:30! Shit shit shit shit! I didn't have time to take a shower! I threw open my closet doors, pulled out the first two things that resembled clothes and threw them on.I ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth in a rush, nearly choking on my mouth wash, and ran back to my room. Makeup! Where is my makeup?? My eyes zeroed in on my purse, nearly diving headfirst for the bag. I tore it open and dumped the contents out on my bed, quickly spreading them out. Zooming my eyes across the objects until I found my mascara, lip gloss, and highlighter. Running to the mirror on my dresser, I hurriedly put my makeup on. Stepping back, I paused and looked at my reflection.
Huh. "Not bad", I thought to my reflection. I was wearing black ripped skinny jeans and a short sleeved purple crop top, with the words "Flare" across the chest. I definitely didn't have time to brush through my hair, so I left my hair to tumble down in soft curly waves. "This'll do for my first day", I thought to myself. Taking a peek at the clock, I nearly fainted at what I read: 8:23. I ran down the stairs and skidded to a stop, almost slipping. I quickly caught myself against the kitchen counter.
"MOM!! Where is my bag?!" She was preparing breakfast and as I looked at her, I saw her shoulders shaking from laughter. "NOT FUNNY!!" She sobered up, looking behind me and chuckled, pointed towards the door. I rushed forward, almost slipping again. I didn't know why since I don't remember putting on socks or anything.
"Don't forget to change into shoes instead of slippers Honey!!" She called after me. I looked down, mortified I almost went to school in my light pink fuzzy bunny slippers. I traded them for my strappy black sandals, threw my bag over my shoulder and started to sprint in the direction of school. Why today of all days did I have to be running late?! The first day of my freaking senior year, for crying out loud!
As I arrived to school five minutes later and out of breath, I slowed my pace and hurriedly walked in the direction of my first hour class, homeroom. Thank god it was room 27, closer to the front of the school.
I burst through the door, just as the bell rang. I sighed in relief and looked up. The teacher glared at me.
"Care to explain why you're late Miss Henderson?" My eyes bugged out. Late?! I arrived by the bell! I repeated that in a calmer matter. "Alright, I'll let this one slide. Go sit in the free seat in the back of the class." I saluted him and made my way back, hearing a couple snickers throughout the classroom.
As I plopped down in my seat, I looked at my teacher, Mr. Dickerson. His face was an odd shade of red. I struggled to keep my face straight. Oops, guess Mr. Dick doesn't like humor. His new name I gave him sat well with me, I already knew him and I wouldn't be getting along great this year.
Oh well... He would just have to suck it up, I thought while I slouched down in my seat, smirking. Hmm... Maybe this class will be fun, after all...
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Sorry for the short first chapter, but I wanted to hook you in. The rest of the book has much longer chapters and are much more interesting, I promise you.
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