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Floating in midair, power of flight. My favourite superpower. Just having the breeze get into my pajamas sends an electrifying wave throughout my whole body. The sound of a forest with many birds chirping away sweet tunes makes my ears dance in delight. "It's so peaceful..." I whisper. As if on qué, my peace is ruined by loud stomps towards my bedroom. "Ah, crap..." I open my eyes slightly to witness a giant bear like creature above me. The blurred image comes to view as I widened my eyes. "BISCUIT!!!!!!!!"

A heavy happy-go-lucky rottweiler who goes by the name Biscuit , almost broke my ribs is now slobbering me with his drool, indicating his dying hunger. "Alright boy , calm down would ya!!!And get off me , you're heavy as hell!!! Gosh what the hell am I feeding you" , "woof, woof" . I quickly move to the side and put my alarm off. "I seriously have to change that alarm tone to something else." I drag myself to the bathroom and undress.

I'm (y/n) , and this is how any other day starts. My usual, boring , carefree life. "What a drag.." I'm close to ending my senior year ,and unfortunately it's not with a bang. Nothing exciting ever happens in this top-class world I live in. I expected it to be more than what it actually is. I live alone, ever since I was 13, being independent is a norm from the age of four. My parents died in an accident and I lived with my rich aunt until I was 12. I attend a top notch highschool, it's basically for elites , although I consider myself pretty average. I won't brag about my grades but since my parents wanted me to attend that kind of school i seriously have no other option but to comply. Consider it their dying wish to see their kid become successful. I agree. I want to become successful and I want to make a ton load of cash. Money has been my motivation for working so hard. I want to travel and venture the world but I can't do that if I'm broke. And so it all starts with studying.

"I guess I'm a pretty simple individual..." Thinking out loud as I offer Biscuit his breakfast, I then make my way to a really pretty and fancy cage with a small white bowl in hand. In it sits a beautiful white parrot with blue-green eyes stretching its wings revealing the icy blue feathers underneath. "Morning , sleepyhead!" Swinging it's long tail in my direction, greeting me. "Goodmorning to you too , Cupcake. Breakfast?" He whips his head around and sings a tune before answering, "Yes Please (y/n) dear~" ..."Flattery gets you no where y'know" I set it down and walk away. I never wanted pets , but my aunt thought it would be a good idea for me to have some noise around so she got them, she even named them herself. I'll be honest , the house is quite lively with just those two.

I tread to my kitchen and prepare my (f/f). I'm pretty good at preparing my own meals , plus being in the kitchen is fun. Having to prepare for only one mouth is preferable rather than a big family. "If I ever know what that feels like..." I wander back to my bedroom to get dressed. I throw my (f/c) on my bed. Somehow I feel like today is the day something amazing will happen. "I say that every day...pfft" After getting dressed , I grab my keys and walk out. "Time?" I ask as I'm checking my hair. "YOU'RE LATE" Cupcake screams. I look at the time and rush out the door. Halfway down the driveway, I race back inside... "See you later guys! Love ya!" And rush back out. I grab my helmet from the garage and get onto my motorbike and head straight for school.

As I near my parking spot , a tall guy with a familiar face stands in it. I rerv my bike to give the dark maroon haired boy a jump. He looks up with angry greyish blue eyes. "You're late. Again!" I take off my helmet and hop off. "I know , I'm sorry Sam." "Don't 'Im sorry , Sam' me. I've been waiting for your sorry ass last night for hours, only to get a text that you couldn't make it!" The boy whose currently angry with me for not attending a mixer is my childhood friend Samuel Fellon. He's got a quirky personality and can be a real 'parent' at times.

"Well, you should've known better than to invite me to those types of things." I shrug as I walk up to the entrance. "Well, how else am I gonna get you to mingle with others. You yourself said you wanted to try dating. Then last minute drop the bomb on me." I stop to face him, "Do you know what you sound like?" I look at him dead in the eyes, "...A nagging bitch." I chuckle and walk away. "Oh yeah, WELL I'M NOT JUST ANY NAGGING BITCH , IM AN ANGRY NAGGING BITCH!!" With that, attention screams our way as he scurries to my side.