I wake up at 11:30AM and lazily throw my left arm over to reach my box of chocolate pocky that was sitting on my nightstand and shove three chocolate covered bread sticks in my mouth at a time and throw the empty box on the floor. I get the familiar ding on my phone letting me know my friend Lyra sent me texts.
"OMG IM CRYING"
"AJSUEHWWJDO"
"MEGAN!"
"I CAMT BREATHE"
"I WON"
"PACK YOUR SHIT WERE GOING TO CHICAGO"
I jump out of bed and fall straight to the floor, smushing my empty pocky box with my body weight. I continue to lay on the floor, pick up my tiny crop top that was laying on the floor and put it on over my bra and slip on my new shoes. I didn't bother putting on pants since I slept in my black ripped skinny jeans already.
I stand up and head to the spare bedroom that I transformed into my makeup room and completely cover my face with makeup, making myself looking like a goddess.
I head downstairs and take a couple body pictures in the mirror and hear a car honk in front my my house.
"Get in loser! We're meeting my boys!"
