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The golden rays of the sun cascaded into the Caspian household, filling the home with a warm glow. Nestled in the embrace of their cozy bed, 17-year-old Juliette exuded an aura of serenity. Her lustrous brown locks cascaded across her pillow and flowed gracefully down her back, like a waterfall of silk. Her breath, calm and even, created a soothing rhythm in the room. Suddenly, Juju's light brown eyes stirred from their slumber, gradually unveiling their captivating radiance. With a gentle yawn that whispered a symphony of contentment, she gracefully sat up, her back resting comfortably against the headboard. Leaning over, her fingers effortlessly found her phone, and she embarked on a journey through the tapestry of her social media.
An Instagram post caught Juju's attention, causing her wide-eyed astonishment. It featured Zoey Campbell, the sister of her crush, in a series of captivating photos capturing her growth from ages 3, 7, 11, and 15. Juju's eyes scanned the caption, captivated by its heartfelt message: "A star gone too soon." Although the comments were silenced, a surge of affectionate reactions flooded in. Suddenly, Juju's expression shifted.
"Oh god," she whispered, her voice brimming with a mix of annoyance and subtle melancholy.
Suddenly, the doorknob turned, and the door swung open, revealing Juju's mother, Mrs. Caspian, a graceful presence in the room.
"Good morning, Love," she greeted, drawing closer. Juju responded with a faint smile, before redirecting her focus to her phone.
"Are you all right?" Inquired Mrs. Caspian.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Juju affirmed. A subtle smile graced her mom's lips as she leaned forward and gently kissed Juju's luscious brown locks.
"Come downstairs and have some breakfast, sweetheart. JJ is already eating," Mrs. Caspian stated as she neared the doorway, tenderly closing it behind her.
Juju rose to her feet, her steps meeting the soft embrace of the carpeted floor. She glided towards her closet, her nimble fingers selecting a pair of wide, light ripped jeans, and a spandex crop top promised a hint of allure.
Closing the closet door, Juju held her chosen ensemble close, as if guarding a treasure. Leaving her room behind, she strolled down the hallway, approaching her to her bathroom. With a flicker of her hand, the lights illuminated the space, casting a gentle glow upon her surroundings.
The shower came alive at her command, water cascading with rejuvenating vigor. Juju placed her belongings on the countertop. Pausing for a moment, she met her own reflection in the mirror, a sigh escaping her lips.
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First period had just begun, and Lexi found herself seated at her desk. Her vibrant ginger hair was meticulously styled into two elegant french braids, complementing her casual attire of a blue ribbed tank top and flowing black shorts. As she focused on her writing, her phone lay close by, its screen constantly illuminated as she tapped away with anticipation. Without fail, Lexi and Juju would rendezvous daily in the girls' restroom to discuss their ongoing investigation into Griffin. It had become soft of a tradition the two came up with.
