Swing Set ➼ || h.e.s. ||

➳three

This chapter is so long omg. Well to me. Enjoy :) - admin nutella

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I hear my alarm blare in my ear at 6:30am. I smash my hand against the button to make it stop. I cuddle closer to the pillow to wake up to my next alarm until I hear a voice yell downstairs.

"Shay! Come down right now if you want to properly eat breakfast! I also want you to get something from the back of my car because I'm currently busy!" my ever-so-loving mom yells.

I growl into my pillow and slowly pull myself together to wake up. I slap my cheeks, shake my body, crack every part that I can crack (back, knuckles, feet, neck), and go to my closet. I don't necessarily try to look good in school, but that doesn't mean I don't try to look decent. I grab a pair of joggers, a shirt that says "Game Over", and find a pair of socks. I straighten my hair, my brown locks looking healthy and shiny. I finish off with mascara without any eyeliner (ew) and stare at myself. I do my daily motivation to myself in front of the mirror.

"You are strong. You are beautiful. Screw anyone who doesn't think otherwise. You can make it through senior year. You can and will get accepted to whatever college you plan on going to. I love you."

I smile at my reflection, my confidence boosting. I sigh, give myself one last look, and walk to the corner of my bed to unplug my phone. I got 2 text notifications when I check. I smile when I see who it's from.

Fr: Niall

-- hey sunshine! Ready for school? :)

Fr: Niall

-- and if it doesn't bug ur mom, can I pick u up from school so we can hang? Plz? :)))

I haven't seen Niall since I met him at the mall about two weeks ago. He told me before we exchanged numbers that he doesn't want to be a distraction to my education, which I really respected. I answer him quickly before my mom got antsy for not coming down.

To: Niall

-- I'm never ready to go to school. U know, senioritis, it's a poo

To: Niall

-- hm, sure :)) I'll ask when I go downstairs! Wait, where would I leave my car then? Not campus, surely

I jog downstairs to meet my mom, who was glaring bullets at me for coming down at 6:45 and not 6:35. The time she expects me to be down changed and ready is 5 minutes. Like seriously? I'm a girl.

I hear the toaster ding with my usual toast. Before I can even grab it my mom slaps my hand. "Uh uh uh" she scolds. I stare at her dumbfounded. "What did I do?" I ask, rubbing the spot she hit me. She gives me a deathly look. "Get what I asked you to get in the back of my car or you don't eat.

Seriously? "Mom, you never told me what to get in the back of your car", I smirk, finding her loophole. I see my mom's face turn pink with embarrassment and anger. I grab the toast from the toaster and slathered jelly on it. I take a bite and grab my mom's key to open the car. "What's the thing you need me to get?" I say, looking back at her. Although I like messing with my mom, I still respect her and do what I'm told. She's still pink with anger, but I hear her mumble, "never mind."

I huff out a breath, annoyed. She told me to get something, then changes her mind. I have no idea what goes on in her head.

I hear my phone beep in my back pocket as I finish the remains of my toast and pack my backpack. I check it.

Fr: Niall

-- huh... Good point.. Well does that mean I can drop u off to school then?