Chapter 1

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Beep Beep Beep
"Ugh!", I groaned trying to tap my phone to stop the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I just can't wait for this week to be over, graduation, handing in assignments and sleepless nights. I swear senior year is tiring. With that thought I got up from my bed heading to my classy bathroom. I did my morning rituals and got out to go pick out my outfit. Monday never deserves much effort, a grey tank top, black skinny jeans matched with my black converse shoes. I straightened my hair and put on cologne. I'm not a fan of make-up so yeah. Heading into the kitchen I grabbed bacon from my brother's plate, "good morning pig! And you're welcome, I mean my bacon." he said unhappily. "Aww Clayton , I'm sorry." , I said with puppy eyes

Not!

I Grabbed my keys and went to my slick black BMW. I drove out of the one lane dusty road to my school. Ballmaine High. I hate this place.

Hell!

I'm not popular nor am I invincible. I'm just Winter Strikings. Turned 18 last Saturday on the 11th, Lord did I turn up!

"Winter! I was hoping we could go to Paris the city of Love or Italy and take walks in Rome when the sun sets"
"or Greece. At that beautiful island."
I glared at Stacey, my bestfriend with an open mouth. She's crazy, I thought
"okay, Greece it is!", she shouted walking away.

If I survive today. I'll survive the whole week I thought.
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Keke Palmer as Winter Strikings above ⤴
A/N
Hi. I'm Rea and this is my first book. Please bear with me and correct me where I go wrong.

Love, Reigh.

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