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Everyone thinks they're adorable. But my opinion? Uh, no, they can take them back and shove them up a bus' butt for all I care. Dimples are dead to me. Just like lobster.
I flip off my bathroom light and head over to my small walk-in closet. My light blue, ripped, jean shorts, silver belt, pink camisole, and faded, pale green mini vest find their way into my hand as I scan for possible candidates for this day of school. Thursdays are those awkward days where no one knows whether they should be happy or not.
I can feel the learning tension in the air.
Snatching my Nike drawstring backpack off my bed, I trot down the stairs to the kitchen. Silence greets me when I reach close to the first floor which means one thing: mom isn't up yet. Time to feed myself once more. You'd think she would be like a normal mother and get her lazy butt up to make me food. But I don't have a normal mother, I have a bumpkin.
Wait, I forget that I have a driver's license. Plus, my mom doesn't work at the shop today. I can take her car to school. Forget breakfast at home, I'm hitting the Lily to Burger King, the best place for me to shove food down my throat.
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