Curtains blocked the unforgiving sun rays that are the universal alarm clocks from entering the room and therefore from stirring it’s slumbering occupant. That is, until an abnormal gust of wind caused them to suddenly slide apart.

"I would…like…like to thank my father. He showed me how NOT to earn this VMA"
The heat and cruelty of the morning sun quickly landed on that of the loudly snoring and sleep-chatty teen. The intensity of it caused her to open her eyes only to swiftly shut them again. In an attempt to escape the bright heat playing across her tired eyes, she deftly rolled to her right in the oddly huge bed.

Upon doing so she only discovered that this part of the mattress was also bathed in sunlight. She, with still partially sleeping logic, continued to roll even faster until she inevitably fell off the bed with a thud.

"Shit that hurt. WHY THE FUCK ARE MY CURTAINS OPEN!!"

While she bellowed that last part, Mia came rushing into the room, looking frantic and out of breath.

"What’s…..wrong"

"Why the fuck did you open my curtains! It’s too damned bright for that shit"

She still had her head under her pillow, refusing to meet the light of day that now shrouded her room. The elder brunette let out a long, deep sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Trying not to lose the little patience that she ever has, Mia calmly and, almost deathly quiet, responded.

"I didn’t, you have to get up anyways. School starts in an hour and a half and we have to get there early"
Face softening, and her tone on a more respectful level…

"Sorry….why do we have to be there early?"

"There are still some papers I have to sign in order for you to start school and I have a class at 10"

"Great…..I’ll be down soon just give me 30 min"

With a silent nod Mia went back through the door and down stairs.
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After quickly showering, quickly getting dressed and quickly eating a quick breakfast we headed out to the car. Ha, I bet you can’t say that five times in a row. I was reminded of the fact that tomorrow MY canary yellow, black pin-striped, ’65 Ford Mustang would definitely need a paint job. Seeing as that would mean two of the exact same cars sitting in the exact same driveway that will be the first thing I do.