MORNING...
On a day a lot like today, a girl named Bridget was FINALLY waking up. She rolled over sleepily and looked at the clock. It read 7:39. "I'm gonna be late!" she screamed. Bridget jumped out of bed ad into her clothes: a bright, neon pink short-sleeved shirt, too-big-for-her pair of skinny jeans and black skater shoes.
She walked out the of her house and got in her car and drove to school. When she got to her school (and out of her car) , she went inside to her locker, grabbed her books and checked her schedule. "Ugh! Math." And headed of to class.
"Miss Stone, what do you think your doing interrupting my class?"
"Sorry, Mr. Biffton. I was late." Bridget said sheepishly. She went and sat down.
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