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Fries from McDonald's

Clare's POV
The sun's dreaded light hit my face like a brick. I wanted to cry, I can't function today...or tomorrow....to be frank this entire weekday. Either way, no one cared and I started my day as always contemplating my mornings while curled up in my warm covers for a few more minutes. Next, I used 50 percent
Lt of my energy to rolled out of bed and played "Leg Over" by Mr. Eazi.

He brought my African soul to life with his music and soon I was ready to leave my room. I cleaned myself up, then put on a shoulderless white striped dress shirt and hugged a denim jacket around my waist. Lastly to style my hair in a curly ponytail and applied nothing but eyeliner and lip stain. Already walking downstairs, I could sense this day was going to need two pop tarts and a donut. As my fingers reached for the other toasted pastry, my mother eyed me from afar, always the healthy individual in the household. When it comes to food, I don't know how we are related. I eat junk food, actually, most food in general. She is more "doesn't matter how terrible it tastes along as it is healthy" diet. My reasoning is, eat whatever as long you exercise it off later, right?

"Clare, you really should watch what you eat," she scolded me for the 14th time.

"Okay," I said with sarcasm and with a face that said like I would. "However to my defense, health-wise I am decent!" .....for now, I thought with a wide smile on my face gliding out of the kitchen.

"She is just trying to make her country proud Aunty, how else are we going to keep up those fat stereotypes in the U.S." proclaimed my cousin popping out from nowhere.

But to tell the truth, who else comes down the stairs stomping like bigfoot.

 After eating, we stepped into the car, prayed, put on some African gospel music, and were off to school.

While in the car I checked my phone for text messages and other stuff. There wasn't much because I don't like/use social media, (I'm weird; let's address that now.) While checking my phone I was shocked to see I got a message from an unknown number.

*Unknown: Hey, what flavor frappuccino do you want from Starbucks?

That's weird, I never ask for a drink? Although I like free food, I also like to know where my free food is coming from. Maybe it's from Manda? I shrugged it off.

*Clare: None? I don't even drink Starbucks, remember.

*Unknown: lol, stop playing, you go there all the time. 

Do you want it or not? I have to be somewhere

*Clare: Okay. The 1st time I was in Starbucks was bc my papa needed the restroom and the 2nd time was cuz my cousin was doing a project and needed me there. Plus I've never tried anything there and the people stare at me like they have never seen a black person at Starbucks b4.

*Unknown: haha okay fine, I'll just get you some fries from McDonald's ok?

*Clare: *sniffles* you are a true friend

Once the conversation was over, I stepped out of the car and plugged in my earbuds listening to Drake, ignoring the world, and smiling at people passing by. I skipped my locker; I never used it. Reaching my destination, I sat at our usual table, waiting for my friends and some salty fries.

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Author: Hey! Sorry, this was a short and wondering chapter. I am new to this whole story writing process and am trying to fit the chapters nicely. In addition, this is my first book, so sorry for any spelling mistakes. This book has some Jesus and other crazy stuff like that in the future. So if you're "uncomfortable" later, you have the fingers to *tap, tap* out. 

You will also meet more of the characters and their appearances later on. So be prepared for some long senseless conversation and pictures/ gifs!

 Thanks again and hope you all like my Very short chapter!