This chapter made me piss myself 23 times😩

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I woke up to a blinding light coming from my window. I blinked my eyes open as I realized it was already morning.
"Morning already?" I asked myself, pulling myself out of my cozy bed and wished I had time to go back to sleep. I heard my mom calling me downstairs for breakfast as I brushed my brown silky hair and pulled it into a high messy bun. I pulled on some skinny jeans and a red long sleeve shirt before heading downstairs for what smelt like bacon and eggs for breakfast.
I was your average 4'3 girl. I was a sophomore in high school, I had straight As and basically a perfect family. I'm not the most popular girl but I have a good amount of friends. (Omg this girl- I would not be friends with her PLEASE😭).
"How was your sleep?" My mom asked as she set a plate down in front of me.
"It was a good. I don't remember my dream though." I sighed. I took a bite of my breakfast and stared out the window, dreading the school day to come.
"Well..." My mom started. She sat next me, holding something in her hands I couldn't quite see yet. She nudged me, "I got a surprise I think you'll like." She continued.
"Yeah?" I asked, peaking down at her hands. "What is it?"
"Close your eyes." I did as she said, and I held out my hands. I felt something light land on my small hands, like paper. I opened my eyes and too my shock, they were... "TICKETS TO SEE HARRY STYLES?!" I screamed. My dream ever since I was little was to see Harry Styles. I would never shut up about wanting to see him in person, and how much I love him. He's just so perfect! (Girl. I'm hotter LMAO). I bursted into tears and wrapped my arms around my mom for a big hug.
"Your welcome sweetie!!! I'm glad you're so excited!" (Mary sue mf 🙄)
After a few minutes of crying and hugging, I pulled away and wiped my eyes with a spare tissue. "Thank you so much mom. This means so much to me." I held up the tickets to my heart and smiled. My mom smiled back, and returned to finishing her breakfast.

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