Like any other friday, Amelia awoke from her semi-peaceful slumber to the blaringly anoying sounds of her alarm. She rubbed her eyes, stretched, and yawned.
After just five more minutes of sleep she rushed from her bed to prepare for the boring school day ahead of her. "I must be the only teenager in history to resent Fridays", Amelia grumbled to herself as she tried to find something decent to wear.
She settled on a casual, blue, short sleeved dress with medium sized, black polka dots.
Why not follow my friends advice and put some effort into my look?
Amelia then grabbed some undergarments, deciding on something a bit more confidence boosting, and made her way to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
She sang along to Adelle as-per-usual while she washed her long, raven locks.
The minutes passed as she continued her singing, shaved her body, and scrubbed her limbs.
YOU ARE READING
The Storm Between
ActionThis may seem like your typical, cliche romance novel but I can assure you it's not. With unexpected twists and turns, follow the story of Amelia Moriem (the quiet writer with a secret itch for danger) and Dustin Deamer (the detective who faces dang...
