Feel the potato.
Breathe the potato.
Be the potato.
Embrace your inner potato.
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When every teen fiction cliche stereotype meets reality, you get the chronicles of a potato.
The main potato in this story howe...
I just came out of the shower and dried myself off before I put on my pajamas. Lately I have to triple check that my window blinds are closed as well as the curtain, otherwise I'd be so embarrassed.
I moisturized and cleaned my ears already, so now I'm just left with my hair.
I brush my hair and put a tiny drop of hair oil on my hand, rubbing it all over my long hair. I brush my hair again and take the thin scarf I had prepared and tie my hair around it in a specific way, so that when I wake up tomorrow, I'd have beautiful curls.
I have a curling iron, but I don't know how to use it...and it takes too long.
With this scarf hack, I just sleep and wake up looking beautiful, which let's be honest, that's a daily thing for me.
Confidence. Boom.
My old insecure self could never.
I stare at myself in my vanity mirror, laughing at how insane yet cool my hair looks at the moment. I take a picture and send it on the group chat I made with Nat, Laura, Anna, and Peter.
Yeah, I have a lot of group chats, but they're necessary, you know?
Okay seriously whoever is reading my mind, get out, this is weird. I'm asking myself rhetorical questions.
Ooh I should make some garlic bread-
Wait, no, it's 12 AM. And I'm way too sleepy to even look at some memes.
I check my bed for bugs then turn on my fan and roll into a deep, weird dream.
And I'll probably tell the girls all about it tomorrow when Peter isn't around.
I ain't that close to him yet.
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I wake up naturally and stay in bed for like three minutes just staring at the ceiling and processing life.
Just as I pick up my phone, the alarm rings, making me drop my phone straight onto my nose; which I honestly can't believe is still in one piece.
I've hit my nose into things a lot. I ain't even a nosy person so what gives?!
I groan while laughing, rubbing my somehow not broken nose and sit up on my bed. I feel an extra weight in my hair and freak out for a second before I remember that I had put a cloth in there to curl it.
I only do this for special occasions, but since I'm Peter's supposed girlfriend, I figured I could look better at school.
The girls need some competition to scare them off. If I don't intimidate them at least a little, it would only make my life hell.
So I guess I'm gonna look good this year.
My brother is so gonna tease me.
I get up and do my usual morning routine that I do out of muscle memory because I assure you that my mind is still asleep and I have no idea what's going on.
