Talia's POV

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" Hng.. Five more minutes. " I mumbled, as my alarm clock went off, telling me I needed to get up. I then proceeded to push the 'snooze' button and fall back asleep.

" Talia! "

I awoke with a start to my mom yelling my name.

" Talia! You need to get down here! The bus comes in five minutes! " she continued.

' Five minutes? ' I thought ' Crap. Not again. I must have hit the off button, not the snooze button. ' I then quickly scrambled through what has become my usual routine, of hurriedly getting dressed, rushing through my make-up, and skipping breakfast, before grabbing my lunch money and running to catch the bus before it left.

Today I made a new personal record, so I had a minute before the bus came. I decided to use the minute to walk to the bus stop, instead of running. As I walked I observed my surroundings, seeing as I don't get to do that often. I noticed that the neighbor's dog had gotten loose again, as there was a loose leash staked to the ground in her yard. As I walked past the park I noticed a mysterious looking trashcan thing with a plunger and whisk sticking out of it, like arms.

' Hm, must be some of that weird modern art that they've started putting everywhere. ' I thought, before getting into the bus, which had arrived as soon as I got to stop, and then not giving the trashcan another thought.

" Hey Talia! Sleep late again today?" Kylie asked, probably because I hadn't done too well of a job hiding the dark circles under my eyes. She was a very observant person. Almost like Sherlock Holmes. Now, Kylie is my best friend, she has been since kindergarden. I always sit with her on the bus.

" Yeah, I accidentally hit the off button instead of the snooze button today. " I told her.

" Excuses excuses. What was it yesterday? Ah yes, yesterday you couldn't find your make-up. And the day before you didn't have any clean pants, so you had to execute the smell test on all your jeans. "

" Hey, I'm not making this up! You know I'm not that creative of a person! "

" True, you couldn't paint your way out of a paper bag. "

" Hey! "

" Well it's true! C'mon, you know it's true. Admit it! "

" No it's not! You remember that time I got a C- in art? "

" Don't use that excuse on me! I know that you bought that from a garage sale, didn't you. " When she said that she said it more like a fact then a question. She then stared at me anticipatingly because she knew there wasn't a way I could get out of this.

" Hey look! " I shouted. " We're here! " I never thought I'd be so happy to see school. In fact, I never thought I'd be happy to see a school at all. I darted out of the bus as it pulled up, as to avoid her question/statement.

" YES! SAVED BY THE BELL! Well, sort of, anyway. " I yelled as I ran across the school yard and into the school. Thankfully I had a different class then Kylie to start with, so I could avoid her question hopefully long enough for her to forget it.