Chapter 15

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Savannah's POV

I woke up feeling really gloomy.

Which was weird because I'd slept off really happy.

I checked the time. It was 7:53.

Oh Crap!

I scrambled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom.

I didn't know what to wear so I settled for a black crop top, black high waste and a white flannel and white boots.

I decided to complete the look with a multicolored beanie.

I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs to grab breakfast.

"Good morning world." I yelled.

I headed to the dinning and saw Ceejay sitting down and munching a big bowl of cocoa pops.

"Hey bro."

He nodded at me, rolling  the box of cornflakes over at me.

I poured it out and mixed it with yoghurt.

Don't judge.

Then I sliced apples inside.

"You know, you ruin the essence when you do that." Ceejay complained.

"Don't let me hurt you."

Mum came over and  smiled at us.

"Good morning my precious. I have a new line that is coming out soon."

"Ceejay you're going perform there and Savannah you're modelling my master piece at the end."

"Really? When?"

"This Saturday."

"Mum I have a photoshoot."

"Mum, I have a TV appearance"

Ceejay and I whined at the same time.

"Either cancel or do both."

Ceejay rolled his eyes.

"Besides, mum my girlfriend is coming to dinner tonight."

"Sure baby boy."

"You and Jasmine made up?" I asked.

"Yeah. She really loves me."

"Boo hoo hoo." I teased rubbing away my fake tears.

"Savannah I'm gonna kill you if you complete that statement."

"Jasmine hates me" I sobbed.

He lunged and I grabbed my  backpack and ran out of the house into the car.

Parker and Kylie where waiting in the car.

"Yo yo yo." I bounced into the car.

"You're kidding right? I'm gonna hurt you so bad." Kylie said squishing me into a hug.

"I was worried about you."

"I know. And I'm sorry you have to be so worried.

You're hurting me." I choked.

She let go off me and muttered an apology.

When we got to school, Kylie pulled me into the girls bathroom.

"Are you okay?"

"No I'm not."

"Oooo, trouble in paradise."

"I'm serious. Matt seems like he is leaving me."

"For who?"

"Amber."

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