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One. Two. Three.

One bottle of water. Two bananas. Three Advil.

Riley was a creature of habit and she couldn't deny that, especially with her morning schedule.

Every morning it was the same, alarm goes off at 5:00, she showers, watches the news for five minutes than eats her breakfast which consists of a bottle of water, two bananas, and three Advil. This morning was no exception.

It's tearing me apart

She's slipping away

Am I just hanging on to all the words she used to say?

The pictures on her phone

She's not coming home

Coming home, coming home

I know what you did last summer

Just lie to me there's no other

I know what you did last summer

{Tell me where you've been}

I know what you did last summer

Look me in the eyes, my lover

I know what you did last summer

"Whaaaa?" Riley says groggily, no matter how many times that alarm goes off she will never get used to it. Soon after her alarm goes off the sound of running water is heard through her apartment. Riley rushes out of the shower soon; she is running late, a whole minute behind schedule, unacceptable in Riley's mind.

"Where is it!"? Riley screams, forcing her mother awake and through the connecting door between their apartments.

"Riley, honey, you know I love you but it's 5:13, please, I need sleep." Said Topanga walking through the connecting door.

"I can't find it!" Riley panics, rushing around her room, despite how frantic she was she put everything back, she couldn't help but be a neat freak.

"Words Riley." Said Topanga.

"My Nike sweatshirt, mom, remember last time the paparazzi caught me on my way to the gym without it Nike got mad mom! Like really mad!"

"Can you wear this one?" Questioned Topanga while gesturing to the sweatshirt she herself pulled on before she walked to Riley's apartment.

"Yes! Wait where did you get that?" Questioned Riley as she pointed to her mom's sweatshirt which on the front read, "Wild hearts can't be broken" and had the Nike symbol on the back. It was one of the sweatshirts that Riley had designed for her Nike line.

"From Nike, silly. I ordered them all." Responded Topanga while throwing the sweatshirt at Riley.

"Now cover up that silly crop top sports bra thingy your wearing." Commanded Topanga while laughing.

"Love you mom!" Sang Riley while she was running out of the door, she was two minutes late.

Four. Five. Six.

Four minutes to the subway. Five flights of stairs. Six minutes to her stop.

Riley jumped out of the train as soon as the doors flung open and sprinted to her gym, Rubia Athletics, the premier gym of New York City.

Riley resumed her usual spot at the treadmill and worked her way through the gym ending at the bike, her favorite. Exhausted, Riley dropped to the ground only to have her phone go off instantly. It was her alarm for 6:20 signaling she had ten minutes to get to Barré, her ballet studio.

As Riley was crossing the street she heard the now easily recognizable sound, a camera going off which translates to paparazzi.

Riley ran straight through the cross walk as soon as the light turned on and bolted the two blocks straight, hoping to avoid the paparazzi, until she ran into Madame Leverne, her head teacher.

"Oh my god-good-goodness!" Riley stuttered Madame Leverne was very strict and didn't like 'foul language'.

"Riley! Watch where you- oh paparazzi!" exclaimed Madame Leverne,

"Inside Riley, go change and meet me in 3b." Madame Leverne directed.

Without hesitation Riley ran straight in and to the dressing room, she immediately changed into her wrap top, Nike pros, tutu, and pointe shoes. She could hear Madame Leverne walking past and hurried out the opposite door straight into the studio to start warming up, the rule of the studio was to be there before the teacher.

"Higher Riley." Madame Leverne commented without even looking up.

"Okay." Riley responded she was used to this, she backed herself against a non-barred wall and leaned into a 180-degree angle so her legs were one constant line against the wall, this was Riley's least favorite part.

Riley ran warm ups and technique with Madame Leverne for one more hour before being sent off to practice her solos for the upcoming competition. They had to be good cause Kendall was coming and the Nike officials were too. Riley had a traditional ballet solo choreographed by Madame Leverne along with Riley's contemporary solo she choreographed to a song by Demi Lovato called "Stone Cold".

Riley worked through her contemporary solo with no problem she had to rework her nine a la seconds to an illusion to a side aerial because she wasn't getting enough height then she had to work her pointe solo. It was all-good until the fouettes, that's when she sprained her ankle.

"Let me see." Said Madame Leverne understanding what had happened to Riley as soon as she feel to the floor.

"Oh its swelling honey, run down to the urgent care, your done for the day." Said Madame Leverne.

Great, thought Riley, Three weeks before I compete and I sprain my ankle.

She hurried to the dressing room and pulled off her tutu and shoes to slip on her Nikes instead. Hurrying out the door, Riley hoped the paparazzi weren't outside.

Sure enough there they were with the never-ending questions.

"Why are you leaving Riley? You had the studio booked for another hour! Are you done forever? Did you get in a fight with Madame Leverne? Is Lucas in there?" The last question made Riley snap her head to attention. She beckoned them to the sidewalk and took one microphone, ignoring all the others in front of her.

"My practice ended early and please don't bring any of my friends into this as far as publicity. Especially Lucas." Responded Riley as she politely handed the microphone back.