Manure (2)

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Aprils POV (same time as chapter 1):
I wake up to my alarm, I hate waking up like that. I like waking up on my own knowing I can get up whenever, alarms are just so stupid like you have to get up now or I'll continue to ruin your ears...

I force myself to get up and walk to the bathroom. I look in the mirror. If cow manure looked as bad as it smelt then I'm manure. My hair is a disaster, I forgot to put it up last night... Also I have huge bags under my eyes- lucky me! I brush my hair and decide I don't care what I look like, I'm lazy.

I get dressed and finish my morning routine just in time to catch the bus. I almost wish I'd missed it, people are jerks, this guy named Alan tried to trip me on my way to one of the few open seats and he nearly did it too but I caught myself on the girl sitting behind him, which was really really awkward because one, I tipped and two I landed on a girls shoulder who yells out in pain also, (three) then the guys were all laughin at me! I finally make my way to the open seat and sit there and all too soon realize why no one else sat there, the guy sitting next to me was trying to discreetly pick his nose...

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School flashes by and the only thing I'm sure about is that I've fallen asleep four days in a row in history.

I decide to walk home instead of riding the bus, it's always to crowded and noisy. I only live a few blocks away anyway.

I get home and before my mom gets a chance to give me a million chores, I decide to go outside and read. I lay down on the lawn and prop myself up on my elbows so I can read. When I was younger I would always lay upside down on the couch with my feet in the air and my head tilted backwards and a book in my hands. Ever since I can remember I've loved books, when I wasn't old enough to read my mom would read aloud to me.

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Once I'm done reading the sun's already gone down a lot. I decide to go out for a little while. I head to target and get some chips and blueberries. I know they don't go together but couldn't choose one. I get to the register and realize the cashiers name is Alex, I laugh to myself (Alex from target) and secretly take a picture of him and post it on tumblr.

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When I finally get home I walk in
only to find my mom doing dishes. I quickly run to my room and hope she didn't see me, I check my phone, and of course no texts, no calls, no likes on Instagram, nothing. Which doesn't bother me as long as I have more books to read.

I lay down on my unmade bed, open my chips and blueberries and scroll through tumblr while stuffing my face.

* * * {Authors note} * * *

Sorry for my writing and ily all so thank you ya awesome peoples!!!

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