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THE LOUD NOISE of my alarm wakes me up. With my hands I rub my eyes, as if it would make me feel less sleepy.
During the weekend Antonio told me everything I needed to know. The school is private but doesn't have uniforms. Me and him are sophemores, the twins are juniors and Matteo is a senior.
I already graduated high school, but I don't trust them enough yet to talk about my past. If I told them that there was no need of me going to school more questions would rise.
I make my way to the bathroom, my eyes were closed and because of that I almost tripped and fell face first.
I strip myself and enter the shower. The hot drops of water traveling my body, making me feel as if with them all my problems vanished. In the shower our weirdest thoughts make their way to our heads.
How "lol" looks like a drowning guy, but he's probably not laughing out loud.
Or if you put one lasagna on top of the other, you still have one lasagna.
How the only time that the word "incorrectly" isn't spelled incorrectly is when it's spelled incorrectly.
Or how oranges are named orange because they are orange, or is it orange that is called orange because oranges are orange?
I shake my head dismissing those thoughs and get out. Wrapping myself on a white towel, I make my way to my closet.
I put on a black mom jeans and a black sleeved shirt. To complete my outfit, I put on my Air Jordan 1.
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