It's just another day when you wake up to the birds chirping, the wind softly calling your name through your half - opened window and the sun glaring down into your room, luminating it. Screw that. I have never woken up like that. Just another day when I wake up to the screams of my dad telling me to get up. The wind smells like cigarettes, and the sun is glaring down into my room, showing me how screwed up my life sometimes really is. Another routine. Get up. Make bed. Get dressed into the drab uniform. Eat breakfast (A bowl of stale cereal) Pack lunch. (Ham in a bag) Yum...... Thank god to dad's new girlfriend. We have a car. No more smelly, stupid bus anymore. Pick up best friend ( Michael)
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