"Wake up Nya!" I heard my mother called as she opened the curtain for light to enter my room. I sat on the bed looking at her taking my dirty clothes to wash.

"Good morning mom" I said as I smiled. I must admit that looking at my mother was amusing. She hated when our rooms were messy.

"Good morning! Now wake up because you are going to get late" she said as she picked up some clothes. "Good morning Jake!" she greeted as she approached the window. Oh Jake. I stood up and walked to the window and waved at him. Damn, doesn't he have a freaking shirt.

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