Light was shining in my eyes, making me wake up. I groaned and looked at my phone that ended up sleeping with me. Noon, Friday June 15. I pushed my head into my pillow. I have to get up. It’s Starbucks day. Every Friday I go to Starbucks. My mom started it with me when I still lived in Kansas with her. Now I’m in California doing it all par myself. But I’m not complaining, I like the time to think.
I rolled out of my lit and trudged to my small closet that was barely a foot away from my bed. I looked for my favori red jeans and a black chemise with the Tri-Force on it. For my feet, I put...
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