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Two Girls
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and the trees looked beautiful with early morning dew on their leaves.
Yeah, right.
If I ever heard a morning like that, it’d be from a book. My mornings where never like that. Ever.
Especially this morning. I had woken up an extra ten minutes later than usual, and my hair was frizzier than ever. I had to run out of the house in my worst pair of jeans and my dirty hoodie. So far, it wasn’t a good morning.
As I walked down my street to my bus stop, it annoyed me at how everything was so…chirpy. It was late in the fall and it was a pretty warm for a day in November. My birthday had been weeks ago, and yet I felt like nothing had changed. I was fifteen now. That had to mean something.
I stopped walking as I came to my neighbor’s house. He only lived two doors down from me, so the bus driver said we’d get picked up at his place. I didn’t mind. Usually I liked my morning walks down to his house.
I waited impatiently for the bus to come up the hill and looked behind me to see where my neighbor Kris was.
I heard the bus’s engine and looked behind me to see it going up the hill to pick up its first stop. I rolled my eyes and said, “You have got to be kidding me.”
I rubbed my forehead with my hand and knew that today wasn’t going to go well at all. I breathed in deeply and snapped my eyes open as I saw a white van come tearing down the street and headed straight for me. I jumped back and watched as the van drove half onto the driveway, half onto the grass. The van door slid open and I saw my best friends head pop out and look at me. When my eyes met hers, she smiled mischievously and said, “Get in.”
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