A Short Story : A Story?

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Nadia stretched lazily and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She threw her comforter off her bare legs and slowly climbed out of bed. She picked up her old clock, and as she read the time, she jumped in alarm and quickly headed to the shower.
After a quick 7-minute shower, Nadia threw on the clothes she had prepared last night particularly for the first day of school. She was wearing her new maroon high tops, a white shirt with a beige cardigan, skinny jeans, and her charm bracelet she got over the summer to top it off. She grabbed her new designer backpack and unplugged her phone from the charger just as Bella, her cat, leaped into her lap, refusing to leave.
Nadia pet her soft brown head and looked into her deep blue eyes, whispering, "Don't worry, I'll be back in a few-" but never got a chance to continue. "NADIA SHARIF, YOU BETTER GET YOUR BOTTOM DOWN HERE BEFORE I COME UPSTAIRS AND GET YOU! YA ALLAH, IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL AND YOU'LL BE LATE," Nadia's mother, Amina, shrieked angrily downstairs.
"I'm coming, Mom," Nadia replied quickly, removing Bella from her knees and proceeding to taking the stairs two at a time. When Nadia got down she was immediately greeted by her father, who had a newspaper and cup of coffee in his hands. He put both of them down and pushed up the glasses that were perched on the ridge of his nose. "Assalamualaikum, beta, enjoy your first day of school, and don't have too much fun," He said softly, both feigning anger and ruffling
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