Lucky Me

Eight

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save your drama for your llaMA (i luv Twaimz)
Changing the days, it'll be every Monday and Thursday I will update.

Thursday, Dec 18

The next day started out terrible. I felt like jello in the morning. The bathroom floor felt cold to the touch when I entered it. The aroma practically almost killed me, it was like smelling skunks mixed in with your older brothers gas (of destruction). I quickly ran out and took a huge deep breath and ran back in. I rinsed my toothbrush and slid the Colgate toothpaste swiftly and ran back out again. I let out a sigh, and started to brush my teeth. While doing that, I hold the tooth brush in my mouth sometimes it stung the sides of my mouth and I had to move it every damn 5 seconds. (Hehe 5 seconds of summer reference lol or should I say 5 seconds of stings.... No ok coolio) I picked out my casual outfit, some t-shirt with a pig on it and blue skinny jeans with a maroon zipper sweater. Also some random patterned hello kitty ankle socks to sum it up. I spit the foam out and rinsed in the downstairs bathroom. Don't I wish for my own bathroom, and also to be the only child but that's cruel to my brother. It's nobody's fault when they have special cravings and when they go out it's a dirty sprinkler party down the toilet. Sometimes they feel proud of what they'd done and laugh at the rest that have to suffer against the mess and smell. Thanks brother, you're the best. I finished my bowl of Cereal which I'm obsessed with, I really want to marry the person who created this. My backpack was packed (ha) and I had my Ipod since I never even want to touch my phone again. I plug in my earbuds and blasted the music. I park myself on the couch and close my eyes. Then somebody punched my shoulder and it really hurt, "Ouch! The hell was that for?" I take one earbud out and it was my older brother still in his plaid pajama pants and a band tee. He reeks of axe and febreeze. Which reminds me of Alex. My brother punched me again, "Dude there someone at the door, answer it!" He shouted as he walks back up the stairs, lazy butt. I got up from the couch, the peep hole showed Brandon and he was walking away. I fumbled with the lock but quickly opened the door almost hitting myself. He looked back while fixing his hair, "Hey." I breathed out, he nods his head. "Do you want a ride to school? I need to talk to you." He says with a solemn expression. I briefly nod and he walks back to his car. While I ran to get my backpack and yelled, "I'm getting a ride to school! Bye!" And closed the door behind me as I left.

yes a very very short update IM SORRY but it's kind of like a filler
tbh I'm l a z y a f

Can't wait for next update!!

LOTTA DRAMMAAA

Goodnight everyone :-)

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