September 24th, 1987
6:31 AM
Thursday
Amy Turnbough
I open my eyes to the smell of French Toast.
I feel the warmth and softness of my bed, and think about going back to sleep, but the thought of him almost made me jump out of bed.
His name is Sean. I've had a crush on him since 8th grade, I'm now in 10th grade. I climb out of bed and walk to my closet and pick my outfit for the day.
Subsequently, I grab my cassette & my headphones and walk outside to catch the bus.
((So sorry this is short! This is all copied & pasted from google docs 🥲))