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"Aria"James shoured up the airs.After who knows how long of procrastinating with my phone, I finally dragged myself out of bed and over to my door."What?" I shouted back."Let's go!" He demanded."I'll be down in a minute!" I replied."Keep in mind, I will leave without you!" He reminded, I scoffed."Yeah, no kidding!" I rolled my eyes, remembering last week when he did just that.I took one final look in the full length mirror. Hair straightened, makeup not smudged, black jeans complimenting the navy blue tank top and cream colored cardigan matched with them. I slipped on my black "hobo shoes" as dad calls them, he thinks any none-sandal without laces isn't worthy of any title other than "hobo shoes." I grabbed my bag off my chair and skipped down the stairs, swinging into moms office."Leaving" I said as I walked in.
Abonner på vårt nyhetsbrev og få rabatter og inspirasjon til din neste leseopplevelse.
Ved å abonnere godtar du vår personvernerklæring.