"Come on Sam!" Mom yelled from downstairs
I looked in the mirror. I pulled my long brown hair in a side ponytail.
My green eyes lightened as the light reflected off the mirror.
"Samantha come on!"
"We're going to be late!"She added.
"I'm coming." I mumbled.
We're headed to Wizard World Nashville Comic-Con for The Walking Dead thing. Yes, I'm a Walking Dead fan. Don't judge.
I ran down the stairs, threw my shoes on, and jumped in the car.
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