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h sound echoe

as that?" Mom's worried vo

y!" I yelled back. Tha

way in it. I had been struggling to put on my shoes as I was so impatient to sit and calmly put them o

ble, sending it to the floor as it shattered on my red rug, adding to my disoriented room. My clothes, books, bags, and shoes were scatte

e moment, not even the broke

hopping on one foot when I hit a pile of c

of

up to the ceiling, and then

you'll miss the bus." Mom y

she hear

m. Give

p the shoe, went over to my bed and

e phone, dismissed the alarm and then shoved it into m

able and picked up my big, squared

mirror. I took the glasses off and place

g blonde hair, bright hazel eyes, modera

door and bolte

es late! All the other interviews always ended badly. It was either I was late – like right now – or I

was running late, I was fully determined not t

me was the c

us. Just me and my mom for all my twenty-four years. I knew nothing about my dad, and mom never mentioned hi

red in honey on the dining table. My mouth wa

y snatched two pancakes and shoved them into my mouth greedi

ourse, I

searching the table fo

rush your food." Mom was standing next to me, holdi

rank deeply from it

For a second there, I th

t her looks, except for her eyes; hers were a pretty shade of light blue. I used to imagine mom as a model when she was much younger. She had the height and the body even at her ag

r and was going in for a kiss to her cheek, but

ss me with your h

m over my lips immediately,

I get

nt in for a kiss again,

to head for the front door, bu

hat about y

m all the time, m

in case." She said, offering

shoved it into

aid and then ran out befo

quare glasses. They made people take one look at me and decide that I was a nerd. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with be

by the interviewers, but mostly by the other girls waiting to be interviewed. High-class

t to the bus stop on time. I was a few distance awa

! I m

I th

bus began moving befor

hem and waving my hands above my

p!" I yel

d and I got on, panting and

id to the driver; I'd

also known me for years

nd a seat at the end of the bus. I shut my

few minutes later

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the back of my palm on th

uc