Sarah slept peacefully in her dorm room’s twin bed, as the sun began to peel through the blinds. As her eyes fluttered open, she looked over at her phone to check the time. 6:59 AM. Before she could even realize, her 7AM alarm blared, causing her to drop her phone from the surprise. “Fuckin fantastic,” she thought, as she got out of bed to retrieve it from the cold tile floor. “It better not be shattered or I swear to god...” Fortunately for Sarah, the screen was just fine. She went to get dressed, and as she pulled on her jeans, she noticed that they didn’t quite fit right. They had always been a little bit too short, but now it seemed even more obvious. Her mom had forced her to bring her old height chart to college, and even though she had put it up in the far corner of the room, she knew it was still a testament to her over the top height. “Might as well see...” she muttered as she walked over to the chart, back against the wall. It had read 5’11 for well over a year, but now she’d broken the 6’ marker. “Oh my GOD I’m six feet tall,” Sarah cried. “I fucking hate my life. I can’t be 5’6 and cute like everyone else? Fuck.” Unfortunately for Sarah, this was not even close to the end of her growth spurt.
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