Misty thought she was regular. Thought she had it all planned out. She was pretty plain, regular friends, regular clothes, regular life. Nothing to notice about her. Except one thing, and that was her obsession with beanies.
Dane is a very shy gu...
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Hey guys, so I know I haven't written or posted anything in a LOOOONGG while. I ran out of places to go and what I was doing with my other stories, then I was grounded for a while. This is a new story I have came up with. I hope you guys enjoy!! and let's get right into it :)
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BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
The sound gets louder and louder the more I ignore it. Groaning I decide to finally turn the stupid thing off. Great. Another Monday morning... Stumbling out of bed and stretching my arms until I hear that cracking sound. Sigh. Time for another boring day in hell high school! There's a knock at the door.
"Good morning sleepy headdddd!" says my Dad as he opens the door. "Don't fall back asleep you will be late." He closes the door and goes back downstairs.
Going to the closet I decide to pull out my SWS sweater with Kellin's face on it and my washed out jeans with a tear in the right knee. I pull on my clothes, walk over to the mirror and apply eye liner to my eyes. Then a violet colored lipstick. Using the wrist band I always have around my wrist I put my hair in a french braid- a skill I learned early on.
Now for the finishing touch! Going to my drawer, I pick out my silver Neff beanie and tug it onto my head.
Today was gonna be just like any other first day back, getting in my car and driving to school, meeting up with friends by the doors, and walking to class. I jumps in my 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500 that was passed down to me from my grandfather.
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I usually skip breakfast, I don't know what it is but I just can't get myself to be hungry so early in the morning- unless it's donuts. Always donuts.
Hitting the gas I start my drive to school, waving goodbye to dad. Even thought I've been driving for almost 2 years he still watches me leave. God. You see I am the kind of person that puts my phone in my bag so that it's not in my reach while I'm driving. Since this is an older car there is no plug to play my music. All of my friends are trying to convince me to by a new fancy car. I can't help it. I'm in love with my girl.
I pull up to the school parking lot and park semi-far from the front so I can have a few minutes of silence before my friends start jabbering in my ear. I don't hate them! I just appreciate my silence. I'm the biggest hypocrite ever, I non-stop talk everyday! Oh well.
Jacey runs up as soon as she sees me, hands stretched out, expecting a hug with a goofy grin spread across her face. I give her what she wants, squeezing tightly. She's basically my best friend you see, but sometimes she's not serious enough for me. That's where Roma comes in. She is there whenever I need a serious talk, help with homework. Maybe when I'm in trouble and am trying to avoid a serious grounding from my parental. Roma follows behind Jacey, hands in the pockets of her denim jacket, and less welcoming.
