"I'm a horrible person." "No, you're not," I retorted. His gaze on me lingered for a while and turned back to stare at nothing. "I am."
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High School. The most dreaded part of schooling. It's not always perfect but you've got to make the most...
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Harper Marie Kings
Waking up to loud tempo music after a night of partying and drinking and overall chaos isn't exactly exactly how I pictured my Saturday morning but alas the early bird of the house was up and running and there wasn't much I could about it.
I groaned and slowly got up from my bed since my head seemed to be throwing a last minute party and apparently I wasn't invited.
I made my way to the bathroom and just as I expected, I looked a mess. And it wasn't the hot type of a mess. Part of my hair was sticking on my face and the others were just finding their own paths. The make up I had on last night was smudged at different place and my drool had drawn a freaking map on my face. All in all, I looked like death.
I quickly cleaned my face and brushed my teeth. I tied my frizzly hair in a messy bun and made my way downstairs where my mom was singing horribly to the song she had on.
"Good morning, sun--" she trailed off, looking at me skeptically. "Well you look uh lovely?" she said, making a face.
"I feel like death," I muttered lazily and dragged myself to the dining table.
"Well ain't that nice?" She went into the kitchen and came back with a box of cereal and milk.
I muttered my gratitude but groaned loudly when the chaos in my head got more chaotic.
Mom handed me a container of painkillers and a glass of water. I silently gulped down the medicine and leaned my head backward in satisfaction.
She sat down at the table with me and started making breakfast for herself. "Rough night?" She questioned.
I snorted, already munching down my bowl of cereal. "Rough night doesn't cover half of it."
"How was the party?"
I groaned.
"That bad,eh?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I whined.
She scoffed.
"OK fine I'll tell you," I gave in, much to her satisfaction seeing the smug grin on her face. "I may or may not have drunkenly kissed Ted last night," I rushed out in one breathe.
"Wait what?" She asked, her spoon suspended in midair with a confusion written all over her face.
