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This is soooo boring, I thought, while I continue to stare out the car window, as we pass by some restaurants. I smell all of the different foods that were all around us. Wendys, the Chinese place I forget the name of, Pizza Hut, McDonald's...Oh McDonald's...Man I could kill for a Big Mac right now. But, I'm stuck with these stupid Doritos... That

Penelope, wake up," Mom says within my ear. "No," I mumble, while pulling up my blanket over my face. "Penelope Marie Andrews," Mom says, tension growing thicker in the room. "I'm awake, I'm awake," I say lifting up. Mom smiles, "Good, now I'm taking Austin to school. Have a good day!" She then walks out of the room, down the stairs. Man, I'm exhau

Have you ever wanted to slap the holy shit out of someone, but didn't because you're somewhat of a good person? Well, I can tell you that that's how I feel...everyday. It's all because of this kid in my class, who thinks it's perfectly okay to talk to me, like we're friends. I hardly even know the guy!? I get unbelievably irritated during this time of the day. Especially since it's the 5th period, and you literally are itching to go home. I'm in math class right now, in case you were wondering, and I'm forced to work with this annoying little shit. He keeps insisting that I come to his party tonight, but I can't.  

“Uh," I mumble groggily. Slowly, I lift my hand up, and onto my head. "Thankgod! Pip, you're awake," Liam says, sounding relieved. "Where," I say, as I lift up, "Where am I?" I look up, and meet Liam's eyes. "Your room. Also, you might wanna not move around so fast. You fell down the stairs pretty fast, and not to mention, you hit your head, multiple times going down," He explains, gently. He then takes an ice pack, and lightly presses it against my forehead. I hiss with pain. "Sorry," He says, awkwardly. "It's alright," I reply, as I slowly lay back down. 

"This dress would look so cute on you!" Isabella says, pulling the dress out. "Is, I'm not really a dressy person," I reply, awkwardly. "Try it on," Isabella says, ignoring what I had just said. "Do I have to?" I plead. "Please?" She says, her bottom lip quivering. I sigh, as I take the dress from her hand. "YAY! We can both try on dresses!" She giggles, picking out a dress, and running to the dressing rooms.