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~Hanna's Point of View~
I could feel the warmth of the rays hit the surface of my face as my mother swung the curtains open. After which countless beeps from my alarm clock began to fill the whole room. "Turn that thing off and wake up!" she yelled.
The sound of the alarm clock combined with the voice of a nagging mother made me feel agitated and my ears cry in pain, yet nothing in me wanted to move. "I will, I will...just five more min--" I muttered, dozing off in the middle of my sentence.
"Get up! Or you'll be late!" howled my mother.
"I don't wanna! Leave me alone!" I wailed like a child when in reality I was sixteen--Yes, sixteen. I'm on my third year now since summer ended. When did it end, you ask? Yesterday.
"Don't make me call your dad, Hanna," my mother said as she pressed the button on my alarm clock.
"Why do you hate me," I muffled as I buried my face onto my pillow. After rolling across my bed, I began to sit up feeling a bit woozy, and after what felt like a second, I slowly opened my eyes. My window showed the most beautiful view--it was my tree house. My friends and I used to go up there often, but after that incident, only the birds live there now.
Gradually I crawled out of bed, dragged my feet towards the bathroom, and looked into the mirror, "I'm back to high school...again" I said with a sigh.
I quickly took a bath then went straight down, slipped into the car, and buckled my seatbelt. "First day of school again! How exciting," my mother said cheerfully. It seemed like she was the one who wanted to go to school. Nothing's changed anyway, besides the fact that I've gotten older. Same university, same department--high school. Except now I'm a third-year, almost a senior.
But then, I may have exaggerated a tiny bit. High school isn't all that bad, if you don't include the tests and the-waking-up-so-freakin-early part. I mean, the "adventures" you have with your friends, the special moments you cherish with each other, and not to mention the inception of love ever since you've stepped onto grade school. Those are all worth the minor stress we face everyday.
"This year is gonna be better than the last, I just feel it." I whispered to myself.
The car finally stopped, "Have a great day, sweetheart."
Replying her with a smile, I closed the door then waved as my mother drove away.
"Bell rang half an hour ago, you're late again as usual," she teased.
"I missed you too," I said jokingly. "Where are the others?"
"Over there with Luke and Collin," Kim replied.
As we walked over to them, I noticed something. That girl with the long, brown hair carrying a pink hand bag. "Did you see her?" Luke asked.
"Saw who?" I said while observing the new girl putting on her make-up.
"Isn't she pretty?" Collin added.
"We've heard enough, guys. You've been at it since we got here," Hazel retorted.
I realized they were talking about her--That brown-headed girl. Luke was always that type, the one who usually pushes himself to a girl he's attracted to. Nothing's changed like I said.
"She seems nice," Roanne said. I wondered if i was the only one who thought she looked a bit sossy . I mean those heels? Aren't they like three inches long, who would wear those in school?
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Life, Unexpectedly
Teen FictionA tale believed to be full of eventful experiences like: Falling in love, getting hurt, laughing at the special moments, and crying at the sad ones are lived out by these group of friends -- four girls who were buddies since they were children along...
