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I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ears. I groaned and lazily threw my arm out to turn off my alarm. 6:45 AM, it reads. "Ugh! Why must my alarm clock be so cruel in the morning?"

I groggily opened my eyes, and they connected with the time my body shot up, processing what time it was. I rushed out of bed and into my closet, throwing on jeans and an oversized T-Shirt. Running into the bathroom, I looked at myself, mostly my hair, or what it turned into while I was sleeping.

I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, and got all my school stuff ready. After doing all the four steps in my everyday routine, I went downstairs for breakfast to see my lovely mother cooking in the kitchen, the scent of sizzling and greasy bacon frying on the pan as the eggs filled my nostrils, making my mouth watery.

My father was watching the news and stroked his thick and dark beard in frustration at all the terrible things happening worldwide. My ten-year-old little sister, Aubrey, was sitting at the kitchen table eating the breakfast our mother had made.

"Good Morning, family." I greeted them, having to say it loud enough for everybody to hear.

"Morning." They responded somewhere along those lines.I went to our maple kitchen table while setting things down and sitting across from Aubrey. My mother instantly set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me while handing me a fork and a cup of orange juice.

"Thanks, Mother." I smiled.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." She kissed my head before returning to the kitchen to finish cooking.

I began to stuff my face with food until Aubrey snickered, "Gosh, you eat like a pig." I glared at her and said, "Shut up, little girl." I rolled my eyes.

She is always trying to get on my nerves, but that is what little siblings are.

"Hey! Be nice to your sister!" My mother snapped at me while pointing her greasy spatula in my direction. I sighed as I continued to eat my food.

My parents are always on Aubrey's side. Because she is the "baby" of the family, that is usually the reason for her getting her way. I finished eating my food and put my dishes into the sink, then I went to the living room and sat on the couch with my father.

He was still watching the news in silent frustration.

The news reporter women on the television screen talked about a gang called, The Vultures, striking again by robbing a bank and getting away with another bank. That gang is always on the news. Is nothing new? They always rob banks, smuggle drugs, or kill people left and right.

The women started to say the usual, about reaching out to the police if they saw them and to stay away from them, as they showed on the television screen, which was their mugshots of the five criminals.

It does not help, though. The mugshots are constantly changing. It will be five pictures of young men with blue eyes one day. Then it will change to five older men with bald black hair, so no one knows what they look like. They could be wandering the streets without anyone knowing.

I did not see the mugshot this time; I was too busy rolling my eyes and checking the time on my phone.

Itโ€™s 7:25 AM, time for me to go. While picking up my materials, I spoke my goodbyes to everybody and suddenly went out the front door.

The early morning was foggy and humid, making my sweater and hair, making it feels like it was sticking to my skin, but I eventually ignored it and began to walk to the end of my street to see my best friend, Lexi.

We have known each other since kindergarten, and now we are seniors in high school. Talk about best friends for life.

"Heyyy best friend." She called out to me with her wide brown eyes, allowing me to see them through the thick fog. It is funny because she always looks surprised.

When I finally reached her, I said, "Heyyy. Let's go."

We walk to and from school every day since it's up the road from where we live. I only live in a neighborhood away from her. We started walking when she said, "I'm so glad today is Friday!"

While throwing her hands in the air as she was excited.

"I know, right! This week has been an exceptionally long week!" I groaned.

"Yeah, I can't wait until school's over."

"Yeah, my parents want me to go to college, and then I'll be back in school." I pouted. My parents always wanted me to go to law school to be a lawyer and bring justice to the world, but that is boring.

"That sucks." Lexi placed a hand on my shoulder to show her sympathy, but I just shrugged as I kicked a pebble across the sidewalk.

"Kind of. Well, at least we have 32 more days left to be a high schooler." I grinned.

โ€œYou're counting the days!?โ€ She exclaimed.

โ€œWho's not?โ€ I asked.

โ€œI'm too lazy to keep count.โ€ She answered, and I chuckled.

โ€œHave you seen the news!?โ€ Lexi nearly yells in my ear, causing me to wince as she hit my shoulder lightly.

Yeah, The Vultures robbing a bank. Big deal. I mumble, rolling my eyes. I do not care for them. Like I said, nothing new. Just your average gang thing.

โ€œYou're not scared?!?!โ€ She gasped. Lexi gripped my upper arm tightly while looking around the fog as if someone were watching us.

She is so paranoid.

โ€œPlease, I'm not even shocked; they're predictable.โ€ I scoff. They are predictable, like really? Are you robbing a bank?

โ€œDon't say that!โ€ Lexi whined.

โ€œWhat's the worst that could happen?โ€

โ€œThey could come to our town!โ€ She exclaims while shaking me.

I laughed and said, โ€œStop being paranoid; there's a 15% chance that's going to happen. It Is not a movie.โ€

โ€œI guess you're right.โ€ She mumbled.

ยฅ 10 Minutes Later ยฅ

When we got to school and the first period started, I took my seat while playing with my mechanical pencil and zoned out for most of the class.

I was passing this class, so it is not like I cannot afford to zone out, besides. All the teacher ever does is give ten minutes of lectures on how "Valuable" time is.

Throughout the school day, I did nothing but dozed off and play games on my phone. Eh, I was passing all my other classes with A's and B's, plus on Friday, we barely did anything.

ยฅ End Of Day ยฅ

When school finished, I met up with Lexi, and we walked home from school.

โ€œHow was your day?โ€ She asked.

โ€œThe usual, staring off into space, yours?โ€

โ€œIt was, Uh, good. You know, besides the occasional argument with a teacher over whether their answer is wrong or not. Hey! Do you want to spend the night over at my house?โ€ She asks with big eyes and her bottom lip sticking out, attempting to do a puppy dog face but getting nowhere.

โ€œI'm sorry, but I have to catch up on homework, maybe next week?โ€

โ€œYeah, next week's fine with me.โ€ She says.

We got to my street and said goodbyes to each other before going our separate ways. When I got home, I went straight to my room, took off my shoes and socks, pulled out my homework, and flopped onto my bed.

I had a four-page math packet, a science paper, a history packet, and an English essay for homework. I started on Math, and about three hours later, due to procrastination, I finished my math, science, and History. All I had left was English.

Ugh! I hate English!

A gentle knock was heard at my door thought out all the silence in my room.

โ€œCome in!โ€ I called out, and the door opened to reveal my mom.

โ€œHey, Kali. Your father, Aubrey, and I are going to the movies. Do you want to come along?โ€ I huffed while looking at all the papers covering my bed.

โ€œNo thanks, I have to finish my homework.โ€ I answered.

โ€œOkay. The movies we are going to see are at least two hours long. We will be back around 11:00 PM. Bye, love you. Stay safe.โ€

โ€œOkay, I will. Have fun.โ€ I said and then started on my

English paper as I heard them close the front door and pull out the driveway.

I do not like to be home alone; every noise makes me paranoid.

An hour later, I finally finished all my homework. FINALLY! I put all the papers up and turned on the TV in my room. I put the channel on Disney Channel.

After watching an episode of "Kim Possible." | heard some bumping noises downstairs.

The movie must be over...

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