The sun shines through her floral-printed curtains as she tries to ignore the fact that her alarm for school is about to go off. Her luxurious, full-size bed is far too warm and inviting to leave; it is practically begging her to stay. Abigail Burgess is the luckiest girl in the world, and she knows it. The comforter covering her is so silky that she fights to take it off, and taking her heat with her, but her parents don't like it when she ignores her alarm. So, she forced that warm comforter off her and reached for her alarm before it could reach her. She got up and looked in the mirror that highlighted her warm olive skin, which featured the hickies her boyfriend Derek left as a present for her on both sides of her neck. It made her smile to herself as she felt excited just thinking about him. A goofy smile spread across her face as she remembered their passionate make-out session last night. He always told her what he liked about her, but she wished the rest of her wasn't as chubby, but at least Derek didn't seem to mind.

She started to comb her hair with her wide-tooth comb before she straightened it. Why was she cursed with this frizz? Especially, when the rest of her family didn't have thick curls as she did, and it made her wonder why she was cursed with them. Abigail wished that she had the body and hair like her favorite singer, who was on every poster in her room, that showed her love of pop. She put on a spaghetti string top, a definite win for Derek, who chose her over all the girls in her grade. He could see any girl that he wanted, but he chose her, and his dark green eyes were things of a dream when they were on her, and she loved his light brown, messy hair, and golden tanned skin. She was hoping he would forget that she was a virgin.

She covered her top with a light cable knit turtle sweater that was in her favorite color, lavender, and a cute skirt, to hide the marks. Hopefully, Derek would meet before first period. Before heading downstairs, she applied a light layer of lip gloss.

In the kitchen, her mom, Vivienne, with her signature red hair like many on her side of the family, was preparing breakfast, and her dad, Patrick loved a whole spread of bacon, eggs, and toast as he read the paper. Vivienne set a plate in front of her dad before giving him a quick kiss, which he smiled at her like she was hung from the moon, and Abigail could see why, especially with how small she was, the freckles that made her look like a model, and just... awesome.

"Here is your plate, Abigail." Vivienne placed her plate in front of her.

"Thanks, Mom," she smiled, before digging in.

"How was the meeting yesterday, dear?" Vivienne asks her dad.

"A wreck, you think that I was talking about logo blocks, and not about medicine." Her dad's short brown hair looked almost blond under the light, as he rolled his eyes like Quinn would when they complained about homework.

"Abigail, did you finish your homework?" her dad asked.

She most definitely did not; she got distracted by daydreaming about her boyfriend and making a YouTube or TikTok video.

"I'm almost done, I just want to ask my friend about the end." She gave a half-truth.

Sometimes, she wondered why she didn't look more like her parents, but then she decided it didn't matter. What matters is keeping Derek happy so he stays her boyfriend, and being cute and trendy like her friends, rather than being academic or responsible. She was going to text him when she got to her car, so he knew that she was still thinking about him, and that way, he would have time to change his mind about her.

"That sounds like a good plan," her mom smiled.

"Thanks, Mom."

Her parents fell into an easy discussion about her dad's work, as she scrolled through her friend's social media, thinking about video ideas that could make her an influencer, and if her followers would like the outfit that she was wearing, even though it was for Derek. Despite wanting to give him everything, she hoped that it didn't make her look like she was easy online, especially considering she was still a virgin.

"You'd better go off to school, Abigail, you don't want to be late," Patrick said as he set down the newspaper.

"You're right, I'd better grab my bag," she replied.

"Here's that coffee money I promised," Vivienne handed her some cash.

"Thanks, Mom." Her parents were wonderful. "See you soon!"