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Minhee
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Friday, March 18th

Why is this world so messed up?

  
  
  
 

Why can't the school just, I don't know, blow up?

  
  
  

I wash my face and change into my uniform as slowly as possible. Usually, I'm not the type to be late, but today I just didn't care. When I see my reflection in the mirror, I almost scare myself. I look like a panda. I didn't get much sleep last night with my mind running all over the place. I apply makeup to cover up my dark circles.

 
  
  
  

My hair could substitute for a birds nest. I didn't have time to wash it last night (I'm a lazy as fuck) so It was a mess. I comb through it before doing a messy fishtail braid on my way to the kitchen.

  
  
  
 

I see a note on the fridge.

  
 

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Had to leave early but there's breakfast on the table.

Don't you dare be late again, you little brat.

Love you.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

  
  

 
 
 
So I might have lied on the whole "not usually late" thing.

  
  
  
  
  

When I turn to the dining table, I find delicious pancakes. I mentally scream I love you's to my brother. He might be the god of destruction (he once lit the oven infire trying to bake a cake in a paper bowl), but his buying food and pretending he made them skills are spot on ;). He even remembered my favorite strawberry milk. I enjoy every sweet bite without leaving anything leftover.

  
  
  
  
  

As I'm taking the dishes to the sink, I get a text.

  
  
  
  
  

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erin👑

Yerin:
where u @ hoe
class starts in 7 min.

:Minhee
oh shit im still at home

namjoon cant drive me today

Yerin:
u better hurry ur ass up
mr. byuns gonna be here soon

:Minhee
rip me

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I grab my bag and keys before running out the door. Luckily the school was only a five minute walk away.

   
    
  
  
  

I ignore the annoyed looking guard by the gate and keep running until I reach my locker.