The sun rose over the town of Cunter, where three young girls sat on a bed in a dim lit room together. They stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling of Adelie's room as they smiled. "Dude, I can hear the birds outside" said Grace, who started giggling from a lack of sleep and her friends chimed in. Erin gasped and sat up, her focus on the window. "Is it really morning?" Erin said in shock. Adelie rolled off of her bed and shut the blinds before turning to her friends with a big grin on her face. "No need to worry about that" Adelie said while pushing her brown hair out of her face. "We just figured out where we're going to college!" she exclaimed before jumping onto the bed and tickling Grace and Erin. "Harvard, here we come!" exclaimed Grace with her brown eyes sparkling. The girls fell into fits of laughter.
I groan, slapping my hand onto my nightstand, feeling around for my phone to turn off my alarm. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I lift my head to see that the phone fell onto the floor. With a yawn and a stretch I sit up and grab my phone off of the floor. Instantly I notice the notifications from my long time friends Grace and Adelie wishing me good luck on my first day of classes. I shoot a text sending luck their way too, then stand up and look around my room. I walk over to my window to let the light in for my numerous plants and make my way into my bathroom to start my morning routine. I go to my closet and glance around before deciding on my Gorrilaz band T shirt, blue jeans, and my favorite pair of vans. I pull my curly medium-brown hair into a braid and decide to wear my contacts.
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As I'm about to leave my room to get coffee, I hear loud noises from the loft above me. "Pedro?" I call, curious as to why our dog is in the loft. He comes bounding down the steps, almost slipping multiple times, before reaching me and sitting. "How did you survive that?" I ask the german shepherd before I scratch his head and give him a kiss. When I get to the kitchen I can already tell Adelie has left for the day. The toaster is still sitting out and so are the seasonings she uses for her bagels. On the nearly empty coffee pot reads a note saying "SORRY! I NEED IT MORE!". I shake my head and pour the rest of the pot into my mug and add a splash of milk.
