Bed and Breakfast Startup

BEFORE YOU READ: read until the very end. the last sentence will seem horrible unless you read till the end

ALSO: Y!A WONT ALLOW PARAGRAPHS FOR SOME WEIRD REASON! DISREGARD THE PARAGRAPH THING!

Miranda rolled out of bed and fell on the ground. Hard. Mornings were not her thing, especially when she had to get up an hour early in order to finish her homework. She managed to drag her feet to the bathroom and look at herself in the mirror. "Ugh! I am Frankensteins bride!" she insulted herself. Her silky, black hair was extremely messy and her big, brown eyes looked tired. She had been sleeping on her arm and it had left a big imprint across her pale face. She rubbed her eyes and grabbed a pink towel off the hanger to wash her face. She put her hair into a high pony tail, put her silky pink robe on, and headed down the stairs to get a bowl of cereal. But what she found was most out of the ordinary.
"Mom! What are you doing up so early… and what are you wearing?" she asked, referring to her big red dress with an apron.
"Well, sweetie, why wear some ratty old pajama pants when you can look your best?" her mom asked.
"Um… because it’s early in the morning?" she pointed to her robe and her piggy slippers. "Why are you up so early?" she asked again.
"How could I be sleeping on such a lovely day? The birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, the sun is shining…" her mom started.
"It’s a cold, rainy, January day!" Miranda pointed out. "You are usually asleep until 12. What time did you get up?" she took a big sip of her coffee.
"5:00"
"and you went to bed at…?"
"4:15"
Miranda took a spit take. "Mom! you need more sleep than that" she lectured.
"No I don’t! Do I look the least bit sleepy to you? No! Now, here, I made breakfast." she gave her a plate with two eggs that looked like eyes and a big bacon strip that looked like a goofy smile. "Eat up!"
As Miranda ate, a million thoughts passed through her mind. "Is mom hallucinating? Am I hallucinating? Why does she look like she’s from the 20’s? Is this a dream? Nobody ever does the bacon egg smiley face breakfast anymore? Why isn’t she getting sleep? Why isn’t she grumpy for getting up this early and ONLY having 45 minutes of sleep?" and, the most important thought of all: "and where did she get those shoes? They’re cute!"
"Uh… mom? I need to go to school now. A before school club! Yeah! Thanks for breakfast." Miranda lied. She quickly changed into her favorite jeans a t-shirt, sneakers, and a coat, grabbed her book bag and headed out. But… something was different.
EVERYONE, everyone looked like they were from the 20’s. Even her friends! "Uh… hey dudes! Whats up with all these people?" she asked.
"What does ‘whats up’ and ‘dudes’ mean?" asked her best friend Kimberly. "and where did you get those clothes? They look…"
"Fab?" Miranda asked.
"Ridiculous! What does fab mean? You must use proper language!" scolded Kimberly
"Oh, shut up!" Miranda joked.
"Well, I never!" Kimberly said angrily as she stormed off.
"Whatever!" Miranda walked along. She was planning to stop at Al’s Bakery for a muffin before school, because she didn’t have an appetite back at home. But it wasn’t there! "This is too weird!" Then, she saw a poor, hungry old woman trying to sell bread to people. "Oh, poor woman!" Miranda said to herself. She went up to the old lady and gave her some coins. "Eat the bread yourself. I am buying it for you."
"Oh, thank you, dear! You are a saint!" the old woman told her joyfully. "But take this piece of bread! I insist!" she gave her a tiny piece of bread which she shoved in her pocket.
"Thanks, lady! Oh, I need to go! Bye!" she happily waved to the old lady and left. "Ok…" she said to herself. "I will go to school and everything will be perfectly normal." She walked for about 10 minutes and stopped where her school was. Well, where is was SUPPOSED to be. There was nothing but an open lot which she fainted on.
"Miranda? Miranda?" she heard her mother say. She felt a shake. "Get up! You’re late! You are just so lazy! Get ready for school!"
"Oh… it was just a dream!" she sat up, put her slippers on, and stood up. As she walked to the bathroom, a little peice of bread fell from her pocket.

Did you write this yourself?! if you did its a very good story!!!! i don’t think you need to change it at all its wonderful!!:) if this was a book,i would read it:)

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