I grab some toast out the toaster. "Today's going to be the day! I just know it. Mom, I can't be late. C'mon! Hurry up!"
"Mommy, why is sissy in such a rushhh?"
"Mother! Hurry, Hurry!" Why are they taking so long. Ugh.
"I don't know sweetie. Please, put you foot in your shoe."
"Here, take your sister and go to the van."
As I buckle Jo-Jo up. She tells me this story about strawberries eating blackberries and what-knot. I don't listen though. I'm to worried about what may happen today. Eekkkk!
After, buckling Jo-Jo up, I go to the front seat and buckle myself up. Jo-Jo told me to turned the music up. So, I did.
"So?" Mom says, while getting in the mini van.
"What?"
"Well, why are you in such a hurry?" "Esther..." Which is my best friend. She has freckles all over her face. Not to mention, her red curling hair. Which is to die for. Then to top it off she the perfect shade of skin. Not to dark, not to light.
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Teen FictionA average 15 year old girl. Proclaiming today's the big day. Please, tell me if I should write more or if it's even interesting. Also how could I improve it or my writing. Thanks, peeps!
