I brushed my hair into its normal parting. I grabbed my waistcoat from the bed and I put it on. I applied mascara and light red lipstick. I smiled in satisfaction as I stared at my reflection. Nothing says senior year than a white long sleeve shirt, black mini skirt, dark blue waistcoat and dark blue sneakers. I still put hairpins in my hair for highlights. I normally don’t dress this good but it's senior year, what could go wrong? “Wiberly! Breakfast!” Shelly yelled. “I’ll be down in a minute!” I answered. I grabbed my bag and I ran outside.
“Look at you!” Shelly smiled, “you’re really ready to take on the world. Not to mention the boys”. “Aunt Shelly!” I whined, “can I eat without puking?” “I’m just saying”, she shrugged pouring maple syrup on my pancakes, “we've never really talked ab
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