Another day was yet to start. Another that will surely be a long day for the young lady that was sloppily snoozing under the sheets.

The chic room was dark, with clothes and few bags scattered across. The sound of a phone alarm kept ringing.

The young lady flips on her bed, her short blonde hair is a mess, making her look like a young boy, with frustration cutely written on her face.

She didn’t get enough sleep, and here starts another day to get through.

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Hello. : >

First story that I will be posting here, and online. >///<

Wrote this sometime last year, and still needs to be polished.

This might be a couple of short shots. Hwaiting!

This isn't Sunny alone. ^.~