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The sound of birds chirping awakes me. My eyes slowly fluttering open. Chloe was at the end of my bed arching her back slightly, stretching. I groggily groaned as I stretched and sat up. I immediately reached for my phone, casually scrolling through some of my social media. Finding nothing new except a few hundred followers, I stood up and headed to my bathroom. I had to get ready for work. I worked as a simple barista at a small but famous cafe. Looking into the mirror I sighed, at the rather familiar and boring reflection of me. Freckled cheeks, brown eyes, dark chocolate colored hair, multiple piercings shining in both ears, a rather round and small nose, and lips that I concealed with make-up on the daily. The tattoos on my skin slowly fading. I looked at myself for a bit more before I started brushing my long hair. My cat rubbing against my legs the whole time. When I finished I smiled and picked her up. She mewled happily as I made my way down to the kitchen
As I walked inside the living room I saw the sun seeping into my living room. As I made my way down the stairs I saw my best friend Kayden. "What are you doing here?" I ask putting Chloe down. He simply responded with, "I was bored." I looked over to my countertop in the kitchen and saw warm food. I smiled contently with saying a small "Thank you," while making my way to the food. "Why have you been locked in for so long?" He asked in a worried manner. I sighed thinking 'Obviously he had a reason to come here on such short notice and sit in my damn couch.' I huffed and looked at him, "I have my reasons," I stated sternly. "Don't seem like it boo." He said raking his hair with his fingers. I stuck my tongue out like a little child and he chuckled. "Is it good?" He asked curiously. "Yeah, it is, thanks by the way." "Yeah no problem but seriously what has been going on girl, you don't come out and have fun anymore." He questioned curiously.

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Story Of My Life
Short StoryA story where I can portray what is going on in my life and what has happened. Some events are fiction some are non-fiction. Warning there is some sensitive topics so read at own risk.