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"Get...get out of my faceeee." Raina whinned as light beat down on her from the window. 'I knew I should have gotten those darn curtains..." She thought. Stretching, the girl yawned and threw her feet over her bed, attempting to get out of the mass of sheets and blankets. Raina got out of her bed and headed towards the bathroom, she rubbing her closed eyes while doing so. Sadly, said girl didn't see the wall in her way and rammed her big toe into it, causing a series of swear words to spill out of her mouth. Suddenly, her mom called out to her from downstairs, "I HEARD THAT!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO MOMMA!" Raina said running into her bathroom.

The fourteen year old walked down stairs and gasped at what she saw. Sitting there on the kitchen counter were two golden-brown waffles, drizzled with honey, lathered with butter, and dressed with several berries. Raina practically died and went to heaven. Standing next to counter was the creator of those masterpieces, Raina's mother, who was grinning from ear to ear at her daughter's reaction. The teen ran over to her mother and smothered her with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! And might I add, those are some incredibly sexy waffles you made there. Too bad I won't have you cooking like this for me everyday." Raina said pouting. Her mother raised a brow and spoke, "Sexy waffles? You my child, are weird."

Releasing her mother, Raina ignored the comment and began to gobble up her breakfast. After she was finished, she placed the empty plate into the sink and went to embrace her mother once more. "Look momma, this is your last chance to cancel this WHOLE thing because of the love for your darling child." Chuckling, Raina's mother grabbed her luggage and ushered her out and into the car so that she could drop her off at the bus stop.

The bus had finally stopped at it's destination and had started to let people out. Raina stepped out with her belongings and stretched. She looked at her surroundings and gaped at it's beauty. It was like one of those landscapes in those calendars her mother always had. Suddenly remembering the paper in her skirt pocket, Raina reached into it and pulled out the schedule for the day. There was a assembly at the moment, so she walked to where she thought it was held. By the time she got there, it was already over. Raina frowned and stood there like a bump on a log, many people bumping into her and giving dirty looks.