The sunlight burns through my window, lighting the room with a dim yellow shade. I sit up and rub my eyes. Stretching my arms above my head, I yawn and slowly get out of bed. I shuffle my way to the bathroom and began to undress. I quickly shower and make my way back to my room and look through my closet.
I pull out my usual, typical, kind of outfit. As I put on my jean shorts and black T-shirt, there's a knock on the door.
"Who the hell could that be this early in the morning," I moaned to myself, stomping down the stairs. I open the door to see my brother, George, staring at me. "What do ya want?" I said a little annoyed. Who wouldn't be annoyed, it's 7:00 in the morning and someone starts banging on the door.
"Can I have a ride?" He asked nervously.
"Why?, isn't Mom home? I moved out so I WOULDN'T have to give anymore rides to you or your friends."
"I missed the bus, and Mom didn't come home last night," As he answered my question he moved his hands a lot more, he normally does that when he's nervous about something, "She went out with a few of her friends to a bar, I figured she just got drunk and had to stay somewhere. Plus, Dad's already left for work about an hour ago."
I sighed, "I guess this is what we get for having an acholic as a mom.....Alright, come in and get some breakfast. We leave in five minutes."
