Mia Thompson. She's a freshman at Duke University. Since her father's life makes her sorta famous... so she's had fake friends, media attention, but all she wants is some real friends and a good first year at college. Majoring in physical therapy ha...
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"Mia, wakey wakey," Shay murmurs as she rubs my back to get me to wake up.
I forgot how hard it is to wake up from sleeping. So peaceful and serene, but this bed is definitely not as comfortable as my bed at home.
"Let me sleep," I grumble to the girls from the pillow with my eyes closed.
"Mi, we have to leave in fifteen minutes. You really should get up now, come on," Shay mumbles as she takes the blankets off me.
I wave my hands around and try to grab the blankets with my eyes still closed.
"Shayla," I groan as I open my eyes and immediately close them as the light blinds me. "Geez, this light is way too bright. Can some grab me some sunglasses," I make grabby hands at her.
"Mia, it's time to wake up," Tasha sings as she walks into the room. "Don't you want pancakes?"
I jump awake when she mentions pancakes. "Do you think they have waffles?"
She laughs as she sits on the bed next to me and shrugs, "Maybe. You have to get dressed if you want to see, though."
I groan as I fall back onto the bed. "Oh, shut up. I'm not some six-year-old that needs help getting dressed, you butt."
Shay pulls on my arm and hurls me up from the bed. "Just some shorts and a jacket, Mi. Then, we can run downstairs and get some food."
I pout as I walk to the closet and grab some clothes. "I'll be back," I grumble as I walk into the bathroom.
I look at myself in the mirror and make a face. Oh, boy. Good thing Nate isn't here to see me. Except, I always look like this when I wake up. I guess it's good that we broke up. I don't think he wants to see this when he wakes up.
I wipe my under eyes and take out my toothbrush. I can't go anywhere without brushing my teeth. I find it absolutely disgusting if someone's breath stinks. If you can't brush your teeth, then I don't have to talk to you. It's as simple as that.
I brush my teeth while I look at what I picked out to wear. It's a black jacket, no surprise, that has Duke Soccer on the front of it. I have a pair of navy blue shorts to go with it and some running shoes.
I don't know if I'll be cold or not. We're in Florida for a game against Florida State. It's tomorrow, but I'm nervous about the outcome.
"Mia, let's go. I'm starving, come on," Tasha sings out as she opens the door.
"Okay, - lewt me gust change," I say with the brush in my mouth. "Beg out in a sec."
She stifles a laugh at my mumbled words and dips her head out of the door. I spit out the continents of the jumbled-up mess in my mouth and wash my face as quickly as I can.
I rush to get my shorts and jacket on and out the door. "Ready," I hum as I finish getting my sweatshirt over my head.
Shay smiles as she walks over to me, grabs my hand, and races out the door. Tasha is right behind us, catching up with us after she closes the door tightly.
