Open your Eyes

Impending Doom

"Bleh.", you mutter, as you pick up a 50-pound box. Why do you have to move? At least you don't have to worry about losing friends (you had none), or leaving your school (you hated it), so that was two less things to worry about. But still you didn't want to move. You grabbed your GameSlave3, headphones, phone, and your satchel, and ran downstairs.
Your mother handed you a piece of toast and said: "Go get in the car.". You mumbled a little and then got in the car. You weren't hungry, so you just threw the toast into the bushes. Your mom came out of your house and then started the car.
It was hard to sleep with all of the bumping, but soon you got used to it, and dozed off.

You woke up to your mother saying: "(Y/N), get up, we're here." You yawned and rubbed your eyes, and then got out of the car. You trudged up to your room, which was already set up. The walls were (f/c), so at least you didn't have to worry about painting them. You flopped down on to your bed, and passed out.

You woke up and grumbled. You looked at your alarm clock. "8:00." , you growled. "Bleh." You hopped out of bed and took a shower. Afterwards you pulled on a t-shirt with (f/b) on it, black skinny jeans, and your black boots. You brushed your (h/l), (h/c) hair and grabbed your satchel, and since you weren't hungry, you headed out the door, onwards to your impending doom.