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el

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

he moment, not even the bro

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